280 THE ETHICAL KINSHIP 



* My Flag is the star-spangled sky, 



Woven without a seam, 

 Where dawn and sunset colours lie, 



Fair as an angel's dream, 

 The Flag that still unstained, untorn, 

 Floats over all of mortal born 



' My Party is all humankind, 



My Platform, brotherhood ; 

 I count all men of honest mind 



Who work for human good, 

 And for the hope that gleams afar. 

 My comrades in the holy war. 



' My Country is the world ! I scorn 



No lesser love than mine, 

 But calmly wait that happy morn 



When all shall own this sign, 

 And love of country, as of clan, 

 Shall yield to love of Man.' 



Robert Whitaker, you are a grand improvement 

 on the 'jingo.' But you are still too small. 

 There are conceptions as much more prophetic 

 and exalted than yours as your conception is 

 superior to that of the Figian. 



Broad as he is who can look upon all men as 

 his brethren and countrymen broad as he is 

 compared with those groundlings called 'patriots,' 

 who can see nothing clearly beyond the bounds of 

 the political unit to which they belong he is not 

 broad enough. He is still a sectionalist, a pariialist. 

 He represents but a stage in the process of ethical 

 expansion. He is, in fact, small compared with 

 the universalist, just as the savage is small 

 compared with the philanthropist. 'Mankind,' 



