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