Pronounce it captured, he descries a cloud Its kin of twice the plume; which he, in turn, If he shall live as many lives, may learn How to secure: not else. Then Mantua called Back to his mind how certain bards were thralled --Buds blasted, but of breath more like perfume Than Naddo's staring nosegay's carrion bloom; Some insane rose that burnt heart out in sweets, A spendthrift in the spring, no summer greets; Some Dularete, drunk with truths and wine, Grown bestial, dreaming how become divine. Yet to surmount this obstacle, commence With the commencement, merits crowning! Hence Must truth be casual truth, elicited In sparks so mean, at intervals dispread So rarely, that 'tis like at no one time Of the world's story has not truth, the prime Of truth, the very truth which, loosed, had hurled The world's course right, been really in the world --Content the while with some mean spark by dint Of some chance-blow, the solitary hint Of buried fire, which, rip earth's breast, would stream Sky-ward! Sordello's miserable gleam Was looked for at the moment: he would dash This badge, and all it brought, to earth,--abash Taurello thus, perhaps persuade him wrest The Kaiser from his purpose,--would attest His own belief, in any case. Before [Sidenote: Of which, try now the inherent force!] He dashes it however, think once more! For, were that little, truly service? "Ay, I' the end, no doubt; but meantime? Plain you spy Its ultimate effect, but many flaws Of vision blur each intervening cause. Were the day's fraction clear as the life's sum Of service, Now as filled as teems To-come With evidence of good--nor too minute A share to vie with evil! No dispute, 'Twere fitliest maintain the Guelfs in rule: That makes your life's work: but you have to school Your day's work on these natures circumstanced Thus variously, which yet, as each advanced Or might impede the Guelf rule, must be moved Now, for the Then's sake,--hating what you loved, Loving old hatreds! Nor if one man bore Brand upon temples while his fellow wore The aureole, would it task you to decide: But, portioned duly out, the future vied Never with the unparcelled present! Smite Or spare so much on warrant all so slight? The present's complete sympathies to break, Aversions bear with, for a future's sake So feeble? Tito ruined through one speck. The Legate saved by his sole lightish fleck? This were work, true, but work performed at cost Of other work; aught gained here, elsewhere lost. For a new segment spoil an orb half-done? Rise with the People one step, and sink--one? Were it but one step, less than the whole face Of things, your novel duty bids erase! Harms to abolish! What, the prophet saith,