Men and women of the new age! Strange and incredible meeting! As the broad stream passed before him to the right, tributary gangways from the remote uplands of the hall thrust downward in an incessant replacement of people; tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp.

The unison of the song was enriched and complicated by the massive echoes of arches and passages.

Men and women mingled in the ranks; tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp.
The whole world seemed marching.

Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp; his brain was tramping.

The garments waved onward, the faces poured by more abundantly.
Tramp, tramp, tramp, tramp; at Lincoln's pressure he turned towards the archway, walking unconsciously in that rhythm, scarcely noticing his movement for the melody and stir of it.