Victor Hugo"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.
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Kansas in Literature
(Topeka: Crane & Co. 1900)
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