The Furrow Will Fruit

The furrow will fruit,
Each seed will yield a thousandfold,
Where brotherhood is planted
In the rich brown earth,
Where toil of men and blood of men
And pain combine to form a measuring rod
For all mankind. The furrow will fruit…
Love will take root… and race and creed
And color be as one; and each man
Shall be measured by the stature of his heart
And by the good he’s done. And every man
Will have an equal right to dream,
And nowhere shall there be a star
Too high but he may reach it, if he try!

THE WAR CRY