Where the Singer sings
Who Hides His Face.
THE IDEA OF GREAT MEN
“I had a vision under a green hedge
A hedge of hips and haws—Men yet shall hear
Archangels rolling over the high mountains
Old Satan’s empty skull.”
As it looks from Mount Tom, casting a general glance around, the Earth has about been put into shape, now, to do things.
The Earth has never been seen before looking so trim and convenient—so ready for action—as it is now. Steamships and looms and printing presses and railways have been supplied, wireless telegraph furnishings have lately been arranged throughout, and we have put in speaking tubes on nearly all the continents, and it looks—as seen from Mount Tom, at least, as if the planet were just being finished up, now, for a Great Author.