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 Come, brothers, here to the burial! But weep not, rather rejoice. For his fearless life and his fearless death; for his true, unequalled voice, Like a silver trumpet sounding the note of human right; For his brave heart always ready to enter the weak one's fight; For his soul unmoved by the mob's wild shout or the social sneer's disgrace; For his freeborn spirit that drew no line between class or creed or race.

Come, workers; here was a teacher, and the lesson he taught was good: There are no classes or races, but one human brotherhood; There are no creeds to be outlawed, no colors of skin debarred; Mankind is one in its rights and wrongs—one right, one hope, one guard. By his life he taught, by his death we learn the great reformer's creed: