At every great call for great deeds the right man comes out of the
common crowd to do it, this is the truth Sam. Walter Foss enforces in
these verses:
Men seem as alike as the leaves on the trees,
As alike as the bees in the swarming of bees;
And we look at the millions that make up the state,
All equally little and equally great,
And the pride of our courage is cowed.
Then fate calls for a man who is larger than men,
There is a surge in the crowd--there’s a movement--and then
There arises the man who is larger than men--
And the man comes up from the crowd.
The chasers of trifles run hither and yon,
And the mean little days of small trifles go on,
And the world seems no better at sunset than dawn,
And the race still increases its plentiful spawn,
And the voice of our wailing is loud.
Then the great deed calls out for the great man to come,
And the crowd unbelieving, sits sullen and dumb--
But the great deed is done, for the great man is come--
Ay, the man comes up from the crowd. (Text.)
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