By it we begin to "... see by the glad light, And breathe the sweet air of futurity." The scornful laughter of Carlyle as he points with one hand to the baseness, ignorance, folly, cruelty around us, and with the other to the still unsurpassed poets, sages, heroes, saints of antiquity, whilst he utters the words "progress of the species!" touches us no longer when we have begun to realize "the amplitude of time"; when we know something of the scale by which Nature measures out the years to accomplish her smallest essential modification or development; know that to call a few thousands or tens of thousands of years antiquity, is to speak as a child, and that in her chronology the great days of Egypt and Syria, of Greece and Rome are affairs of yesterday. "Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless--each of us with his or her right upon the earth; Each of us allow'd the eternal purports of the earth; Each of us here as divinely as any are here. "You Hottentot with clicking palate! You woolly hair'd hordes! You own'd persons, dropping sweat-drops or blood-drops! You human forms with the fathomless ever-impressive countenances of brutes! I dare not refuse you--the scope of the world, and of time and space are upon me. * * * * * "I do not prefer others so very much before you either; I do not say one word against you, away back there, where you stand; (You will come forward in due time to my side.) My spirit has pass'd in compassion and determination around the whole earth; I have look'd for equals and lovers, and found them ready for me in all lands; I think some divine rapport has equalized me with them. "O vapours! I think I have risen with you, and moved away to distant continents and fallen down there, for reasons; I think I have blown with you, O winds; O waters, I have finger'd every shore with you. "I have run through what any river or strait of the globe has run through; I have taken my stand on the bases of peninsulas, and on the high embedded rocks, to cry thence. "_Salut au monde!_ What cities the light or warmth penetrates, I penetrate those cities myself; All islands to which birds wing their way I wing my way myself. "Toward all, I raise high the perpendicular hand--I make the signal, To remain after me in sight forever, For all the haunts and homes of men."