Presently he spoke.

"The old dreams, and the thing I have dreamt, liberty, happiness.

Are they dreams?
Could one man--_one man_-- ?" His voice sank and ceased.
"Not one man, but all men--give them only a leader to speak the desire of their hearts." He shook his head, and for a time there was silence.
He looked up suddenly, and their eyes met.

"I have not your faith," he said, "I have not your youth.

I am here with power that mocks me.