His was no lonely mountain-peak of mind—
Broad prairie, rather, genial, level-lined,
Fruitful and friendly for all human kind.
Here was a type of the true elder race,
And one of Plutarch’s men talked with us face to face.
Wendell Phillips.
He stood upon the world’s broad threshold; wide
The din of battle and of slaughter rolled;
He saw God stand upon the weaker side,