"In the past his soul is living as in fifty years ago, Hastes again to Philadelphia, hears again the Schuylkill flow — Meets again the elder Adams — knowing not that far away He is waiting for Death's morrow, on old Massachusetts Bay; Meets with Hancock, young and courtly, meets with Hopkins, bent and old, Meets again calm Roger Sherman, fiery Lee, and Carroll bold, Meets the sturdy form of Franklin, meets the half a hundred men Who have made themselves immortal, — breathes the ancient morn again."