Apples of Hesperides.
I was monarch: pomp and joy
Waited on the barefoot boy!
—Whittier.
LINCOLN, THE GREAT COMMONER.[25]
When the Norn-mother saw the Whirl-wind Hour,
Greatening and darkening as it hurried on,
She bent the strenuous heavens and came down
To make a man to meet the mortal need.
She took the tried clay of the common road,