Archive for March 29th, 2012

Thursday, 29 March 2012

Nationality by Mary Gilmore

I have grown past hate and bitterness,
I see the world as one;
But though I can no longer hate,
My son is still my son.

All men at God’s round table sit,
and all men must be fed;
But this loaf in my hand,
This loaf is my son’s bread.


Date: 1942

By: Mary Gilmore (1865-1962)