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Where is the true man’s fatherland?

Is it where he by chance is born?

Doth not the yearning spirit scorn

In such scant borders to be spanned?

O yes! his fatherland must be

As the blue heaven wide and free!

Is it alone where freedom is,

Where God is God, and man is man?

Doth he not claim a broader span

For the soul’s love of home than this?

O yes! his fatherland must be

As the blue heaven wide and free!

Where’er a human heart doth wear

Joy’s myrtle-wreath or sorrow’s gyves,

Where’er a human spirit strives

After a life more true and fair —

There is the true man’s birthplace grand;

His is a world-wide fatherland!

Where’er a single slave doth pine,

Where’er one man may help another —

Thank God for such a birthright, brother —

That spot of earth is thine and mine!

There is the true man’s birthplace grand;

His is a world-wide fatherland!