If he had not been there. Possibly, too,
You might not -- or that Quaker with his cane.


BURR

Possibly, too, I should. When the Almighty
Rides a white horse, I fancy we shall know it.


HAMILTON

It was a man, Burr, that was in my mind;
No god, or ghost, or demon -- only a man:
A man whose occupation is the need
Of those who would not feel it if it bit them;
And one who shapes an age while he endures
The pin pricks of inferiorities;
A cautious man, because he is but one;
A lonely man, because he is a thousand.
No marvel you are slow to find in him
The genius that is one spark or is nothing:
His genius is a flame that he must hold
So far above the common heads of men
That they may view him only through the mist
Of their defect, and wonder what he is.
It seems to me the mystery that is in him
That makes him only more to me a man
Than any other I have ever known.