This moment as I sit alone, yearning and 
          pensive, it seems to me there are other
          men, in other lands, yearning and 
          pensive. 
It seems to me I can look over and behold 
          them, in Germany, France, Spain—Or
          far away in China, _^^India, or in
          Russia—talking other dialects, 
And it seems to me if I could know those 
          men,better I should love them as I love
          men in my own lands, 
It seems to me they are as wise, beautiful, 
          benevolent, as any in my own lands; 
O I know^think we should be brethren—I 
          know^think I should be happy with 
          them.