"A mal-formed giant" ! Let us rather say
That we are dwarfs who barely touch the knee
Of this great-passioned man, who dares to free
Himself from shackles, choosing his own way
To make us pygmies feel his mighty sway:__
And if on level with his eyes we'd be,
We first must reach his heart,__then we may see
From such rare height the Power he doth obey.
Or say he is a mountain-peak, his head
Upreared beyond the line of wreathed mist,
Where lowland dwellers may sometime be led
O'er rocky steeps, through many a turn and twist,
To find their native valleys wide outspread,
Into strange beauty by the ether kissed.
__Florence L. Snow.
Kansas in Literature
(Topeka: Crane & Co. 1900)