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CROWD AND THE EXCEPTION
Sam Walter Foss sings of the man who comes up from the crowd in these verses:
There’s a dead hum of voices all saying the same thing,
And our forefathers’ songs are the songs that we sing,
And the deeds by our fathers and grandfathers done
Are done by the son of the son of the son,
And our heads in contrition are bowed.
And lo, a call for a man who shall make all things new
Goes down through the throng. See! he rises in view!