reat and free; And to-day Virginia matches him— And matches him with Lee.
II. Who shall blame the social order Which gave us men as great as these? Who condemn the soil of ta forest Which brings forth gigantic trees? Who presume to doubt that Providence Shapes out our destinies? Foreordained, and long maturing, Came the famous men of old; In the dark mines deep were driven Down the shafts to reach the gold, And the story is far longer Than the histories have told. From Bacon down to Washing to think worse of them, nor indisposed me to serve them; nor, in spite of failures, which I lament, of errors, which I now see and acknowledge, or, of the present aspect of affairs, do I despair of the future.
This truth is this: The march of Providence is so slow, and our desires so impatient, the work of progress is so immense, and our means of aiding it so feeble, the life of humanity is so long, and that of the individual so brief, that we often see only the ebb of the advancing wave, and