Milton knew all about Heaven, and Dante conducts us through Hell, but itwas left for Whitman to show us Earth. His voice never goes so high thatit breaks into an impotent falsetto, neither does it growl and snarl atthings it does not understand and not understanding does not like. He wasso great that he had no envy, and his insight was so sure that he had noprejudice. He never boasted that he was higher, nor claimed to be lessthan any of the other sons of men. He met all on terms of absoluteequality, mixing with the poor, the lowly, the fallen, the oppressed, thecultured, the rich—simply as brother with brother. And when he said toan outcast, "Not till the sun excludes you will I exclude you," he voiceda sentiment worthy of a god.


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