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Ay
,
this
is
a
reality
,
before
which
the
conventional
distinctions
of
society
melt
away
like
a
vapor
when
we
would
grasp
it
with
the
hand
.
Were
Byron
now
alive
,
and
Burns
,
the
first
would
come
from
his
ancestral
abbey
,
flinging
aside
,
although
unwillingly
,
the
inherited
honors
of
a
thousand
years
,
to
take
the
arm
of
the
mighty
peasant
who
grew
immortal
while
he
stooped
behind
his
plough
.
These
are
gone
;
but
the
hall
,
the
farmer
’
s
fireside
,
the
hut
,
perhaps
the
palace
,
the
counting
-
room
,
the
workshop
,
the
village
,
the
city
,
life
’
s
high
places
and
low
ones
,
may
all
produce
their
poets
,
whom
a
common
temperament
pervades
like
an
electric
sympathy
.
Peer
or
ploughman
,
we
will
muster
them
pair
by
pair
and
shoulder
to
shoulder
.
Even
society
,
in
its
most
artificial
state
,
consents
to
this
arrangement
.
These
factory
girls
from
Lowell
shall
mate
themselves
with
the
pride
of
drawing
-
rooms
and
literary
circles
,
the
bluebells
in
fashion
’
s
nosegay
,
the
Sapphos
,
and
Montagues
,
and
Nortons
of
the
age
.
Other
modes
of
intellect
bring
together
as
strange
companies
.
Silk
-
gowned
professor
of
languages
,
give
your
arm
to
this
sturdy
blacksmith
,
and
deem
yourself
honored
by
the
conjunction
,
though
you
behold
him
grimy
from
the
anvil
.
All
varieties
of
human
speech
are
like
his
mother
tongue
to
this
rare
man
.
Indiscriminately
let
those
take
their
places
,
of
whatever
rank
they
come
,
who
possess
the
kingly
gifts
to
lead
armies
or
to
sway
a
people
—
Nature
’
s
generals
,
her
lawgivers
,
her
kings
,
and
with
them
also
the
deep
philosophers
who
think
the
thought
in
one
generation
that
is
to
revolutionize
society
in
the
next
.
With
the
hereditary
legislator
in
whom
eloquence
is
a
far
-
descended
attainment
—
a
rich
echo
repeated
by
powerful
voices
from
Cicero
downward
—
we
will
match
some
wondrous
backwoodsman
,
who
has
caught
a
wild
power
of
language
from
the
breeze
among
his
native
forest
boughs
.
But
we
may
safely
leave
these
brethren
and
sisterhood
to
settle
their
own
congenialities
.
Our
ordinary
distinctions
become
so
trifling
,
so
impalpable
,
so
ridiculously
visionary
,
in
comparison
with
a
classification
founded
on
truth
,
that
all
talk
about
the
matter
is
immediately
a
common
place
.
Yet
the
longer
I
reflect
the
less
am
I
satisfied
with
the
idea
of
forming
a
separate
class
of
mankind
on
the
basis
of
high
intellectual
power
.
At
best
it
is
but
a
higher
development
of
innate
gifts
common
to
all
.
Perhaps
,
moreover
,
he
whose
genius
appears
deepest
and
truest
excels
his
fellows
in
nothing
save
the
knack
of
expression
;
he
throws
out
occasionally
a
lucky
hint
at
truths
of
which
every
human
soul
is
profoundly
,
though
unutterably
,
conscious
.
Therefore
,
though
we
suffer
the
brotherhood
of
intellect
to
march
onward
together
,
it
may
be
doubted
whether
their
peculiar
relation
will
not
begin
to
vanish
as
soon
as
the
procession
shall
have
passed
beyond
the
circle
of
this
present
world
.
But
we
do
not
classify
for
eternity
.
And
next
,
let
the
trumpet
pour
forth
a
funereal
wail
,
and
the
herald
’
s
voice
give
breath
in
one
vast
cry
to
all
the
groans
and
grievous
utterances
that
are
audible
throughout
the
earth
.
We
appeal
now
to
the
sacred
bond
of
sorrow
,
and
summon
the
great
multitude
who
labor
under
similar
afflictions
to
take
their
places
in
the
march
.
How
many
a
heart
that
would
have
been
insensible
to
any
other
call
has
responded
to
the
doleful
accents
of
that
voice
!
It
has
gone
far
and
wide
,
and
high
and
low
,
and
left
scarcely
a
mortal
roof
unvisited
.
Indeed
,
the
principle
is
only
too
universal
for
our
purpose
,
and
,
unless
we
limit
it
,
will
quite
break
up
our
classification
of
mankind
,
and
convert
the
whole
procession
into
a
funeral
train
.
We
will
therefore
be
at
some
pains
to
discriminate
.
Here
comes
a
lonely
rich
man
:
he
has
built
a
noble
fabric
for
his
dwelling
-
house
,
with
a
front
of
stately
architecture
and
marble
floors
and
doors
of
precious
woods
;
the
whole
structure
is
as
beautiful
as
a
dream
and
as
substantial
as
the
native
rock
.
But
the
visionary
shapes
of
a
long
posterity
,
for
whose
home
this
mansion
was
intended
,
have
faded
into
nothingness
since
the
death
of
the
founder
’
s
only
son
.
The
rich
man
gives
a
glance
at
his
sable
garb
in
one
of
the
splendid
mirrors
of
his
drawing
-
room
,
and
descending
a
flight
of
lofty
steps
instinctively
offers
his
arm
to
yonder
poverty
stricken
widow
in
the
rusty
black
bonnet
,
and
with
a
check
apron
over
her
patched
gown
.
The
sailor
boy
,
who
was
her
sole
earthly
stay
,
was
washed
overboard
in
a
late
tempest
.
This
couple
from
the
palace
and
the
almshouse
are
but
the
types
of
thousands
more
who
represent
the
dark
tragedy
of
life
and
seldom
quarrel
for
the
upper
parts
.
Grief
is
such
a
leveller
,
with
its
own
dignity
and
its
own
humility
,
that
the
noble
and
the
peasant
,
the
beggar
and
the
monarch
,
will
waive
their
pretensions
to
external
rank
without
the
officiousness
of
interference
on
our
part
.
If
pride
—
the
influence
of
the
world
’
s
false
distinctions
—
remain
in
the
heart
,
then
sorrow
lacks
the
earnestness
which
makes
it
holy
and
reverend
.
It
loses
its
reality
and
becomes
a
miserable
shadow
.
On
this
ground
we
have
an
opportunity
to
assign
over
multitudes
who
would
willingly
claim
places
here
to
other
parts
of
the
procession
.
If
the
mourner
have
anything
dearer
than
his
grief
he
must
seek
his
true
position
elsewhere
.
There
are
so
many
unsubstantial
sorrows
which
the
necessity
of
our
mortal
state
begets
on
idleness
,
that
an
observer
,
casting
aside
sentiment
,
is
sometimes
led
to
question
whether
there
be
any
real
woe
,
except
absolute
physical
suffering
and
the
loss
of
closest
friends
.
A
crowd
who
exhibit
what
they
deem
to
be
broken
hearts
—
and
among
them
many
lovelorn
maids
and
bachelors
,
and
men
of
disappointed
ambition
in
arts
or
politics
,
and
the
poor
who
were
once
rich
,
or
who
have
sought
to
be
rich
in
vain
—
the
great
majority
of
these
may
ask
admittance
into
some
other
fraternity
.
There
is
no
room
here
.
Perhaps
we
may
institute
a
separate
class
where
such
unfortunates
will
naturally
fall
into
the
procession
.
Meanwhile
let
them
stand
aside
and
patiently
await
their
time
.
If
our
trumpeter
can
borrow
a
note
from
the
doomsday
trumpet
blast
,
let
him
sound
it
now
.
The
dread
alarum
should
make
the
earth
quake
to
its
centre
,
for
the
herald
is
about
to
address
mankind
with
a
summons
to
which
even
the
purest
mortal
may
be
sensible
of
some
faint
responding
echo
in
his
breast
.
In
many
bosoms
it
will
awaken
a
still
small
voice
more
terrible
than
its
own
reverberating
uproar
.
The
hideous
appeal
has
swept
around
the
globe
.
Come
,
all
ye
guilty
ones
,
and
rank
yourselves
in
accordance
with
the
brotherhood
of
crime
.
This
,
indeed
,
is
an
awful
summons
.
I
almost
tremble
to
look
at
the
strange
partnerships
that
begin
to
be
formed
,
reluctantly
,
but
by
the
in
vincible
necessity
of
like
to
like
in
this
part
of
the
procession
.
A
forger
from
the
state
prison
seizes
the
arm
of
a
distinguished
financier
.
How
indignantly
does
the
latter
plead
his
fair
reputation
upon
’
Change
,
and
insist
that
his
operations
,
by
their
magnificence
of
scope
,
were
removed
into
quite
another
sphere
of
morality
than
those
of
his
pitiful
companion
!
But
let
him
cut
the
connection
if
he
can
.
