All incompleteness, for that law, that love? Nay, if all other laws be feints,--truth veiled Helpfully to weak vision that had failed To grasp aught but its special want,--for lure, Embodied? Stronger vision could endure The unbodied want: no part--the whole of truth! The People were himself; nor, by the ruth At their condition, was he less impelled [Sidenote: Even now, where can he perceive such?] To alter the discrepancy beheld, Than if, from the sound whole, a sickly part Subtracted were transformed, decked out with art, Then palmed on him as alien woe--the Guelf To succor, proud that he forsook himself. [Sidenote: Internal strength must suffice then,] All is himself; all service, therefore, rates Alike, nor serving one part, immolates The rest: but all in time! "That lance of yours Makes havoc soon with Malek and his Moors, That buckler's lined with many a giant's beard, Ere long, our champion, be the lance upreared, The buckler wielded handsomely as now! But view your escort, bear in mind your vow, Count the pale tracts of sand to pass ere that, And, if you hope we struggle through the flat, Put lance and buckler by! Next half-month lacks Mere sturdy exercise of mace and axe To cleave this dismal brake of prickly-pear Which bristling holds Cydippe by the hair, Lames barefoot Agathon: this felled, we'll try The picturesque achievements by and by-- Next life!" Ay, rally, mock, O People, urge Your claims!--for thus he ventured, to the verge, Push a vain mummery which perchance distrust Of his fast-slipping resolution thrust Likewise: accordingly the Crowd--(as yet He had unconsciously contrived forget, I' the whole, to dwell o' the points ... one might assuage The signal horrors easier than engage With a dim vulgar vast unobvious grief Not to be fancied off, nor gained relief In brilliant fits, cured by a happy quirk, But by dim vulgar vast unobvious work To corrrespond ...)--this Crowd then, forth they stood. "And now content thy stronger vision, brood On thy bare want; uncovered, turf by turf, Study the corpse-face through the taint-worms' scurf!" Down sank the People's Then; up-rose their Now These sad ones render service to! And how [Sidenote: His sympathy with the people, to wit;] Piteously little must that service prove --Had surely proved in any case! for, move Each other obstacle away, let youth Become aware it had surprised a truth 'T were service to impart--can truth be seized, Settled forthwith, and, of the captive eased, Its captor find fresh prey, since this alit So happily, no gesture luring it, The earnest of a flock to follow? Vain, Most vain! a life to spend ere this he chain To the poor crowd's complacence: ere the crowd