Philip gazing on the Sacred Band of Thebans after the fight at Chæronea.[1]
"I dream'd in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth;
I dream'd that was the new City of Friends;
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love—it led the rest;
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,
And in all their looks and words."
And again:[2]
"I believe the main purport of these States is to found a superb friendship, exalté, previously unknown,
Because I perceive it waits, and has been always waiting, latent in all men."
And once again:—[3]
"Come, I will make the continent indissoluble;
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon;
With the love of comrades,
With the life-long love of comrades.
I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about each other's necks;
By the love of comrades,
By the manly love of comrades.
For you, for you I am thrilling these songs."
In the company of Walt Whitman we are very far away from Gibbon and Carlier, from Tardieux and