...fills the world with misfits ? Was it a true presentiment of this that made Tennyson exclaim, . . . Ah, what will our children be, The men of a hundred thousand, a million summers away? ® Meanwhile, we could not get on without the misfits — at least as the Spectator views them. First...

..." The Dawn," with its motto, "You are but children," the speech of the Egyptian priest to Solon. " Red of the Dawn ! Is it turning a fainter red ? so...children be, The men of a hundred thousand, a million winters away ?" There is "The Dre?mer," in which the Voice of the Earth is heard, telling all the load...

...human and elevating, and purifying all which it thus gathers, it hastens on " the golden year of God." "Red of the Dawn ! Is it turning" a fainter red ?...a hundred thousand, a million summers away ? " THE KING IN THE KINGDOM OF GOD. THE KING IN THE KINGDOM OF GOD. "Pilate therefore saith unto him, Art thou...

...stored in the sunlight still, We are far from the noon of man, there i . time for the race to grow. Red of the Dawn ! Is it turning a fainter red? so...a thousand winters? Ah, what will our children be, Tin' men of a hundred thousand, a million summers away? THE MAKING OF MAN. WHERE is one that, bora...

...stored in the sunlight still, We are far from the noon of man, there is time for the race to grow. " Red of the Dawn ! Is it turning a fainter red '.'...shall we lay The Ghost of the Brute that is walking aud haunting un yet, and be free '* In a hundred, a thousand winters? Ah, what will our children be,...

...: the species it is that we regard. But apply the same language to man, and our attitude changes. " Ah, what will our children be, The men of a hundred thousand, a million summers away ? " the poem asks. I answer, " Oh yes ; but there's me. I do not think I was made to be merely a passing step...

...stored in the sunlight still, We are far from the noon of man, there is time for the race to grow. ' Red of the dawn ! Is it turning a fainter red ? So...yet, and be free? In a hundred — a thousand winters ? Oh, what will mir children be, The men of a hundred thousand, a million summers away ? ' A different...

...the brute that is walking and haunting us yet, and be free? In a hundred — a thousand winters ? Oh, what will our children be, The men of a hundred thousand, a million summers away ? ' A different gospel this from that preached by the poets of the Revolution ! the fire and flame...

...its woes. There is a pessimistic note, however, in the poet's long postponement of that better day : Red of the dawn ! Is it turning a fainter red '( So...men of a hundred thousand, a million summers away ? A more hopeful and truer prophecy of the future is that in " The Making of Man • " All about him...

...fills the world with misfits ? Was it a true presentiment of this that made Tennyson exclaim, . . . Ah, what will our children be, The men of a hundred thousand, a million summers away? @ Meanwhile, we could not get on without the misfits — at least as the Spectator views them. First...