The dreams he had dreamed, the visions he had seen back in his Virginia mountains were clad in glories as enchanting as the splendors of their tree-clad summits at break of day--dreams and visions for which strong men should be glad of the privilege of dying if thereby they might be won as realities for all the people.
Beveridge reflects on the inspiring dreams and visions of a young leader, emphasizing the nobility of sacrifice for a greater cause.
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There can be little doubt that a majority of the people did not favor the Constitution when adopted by the Convention and ratified by the States.
What a gloom will spread over the nation when he is gone!
No man ever bore public honors with so meek a dignity ...
No! but snatched from time, To bloom afresh in yonder sphere sublime.
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