The school has left the sheriff in the lurch—
The jail is full of corn.
His poem on John Brown, the hero of freedom, satisfies. The first three verses read as follows:
States are not great except as men may make them;
Men are not great except they do and dare.
But states, like men, have destinies that take them
That bear them on, not knowing why or where.
The why repels the philosophic searcher,
The WHY and WHERE all questionings defy,
Until we find, far back in youthful nurture,