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The Leaders of the Crowd
| They must to keep their certainty accuse | | All that are different of a base intent; | | Pull down established
honour; hawk for news | | Whatever their loose phantasy invent | | And murmur it with bated breath, as though | | The abounding gutter had been Helicon | | Or calumny a song. How can they know | | Truth flourishes where
the student’s lamp has shone, | | And there alone, that have no solitude? | | So the crowd come they care not
what may come. | | They have loud music, hope every day renewed | | And heartier loves; that lamp is from
the tomb. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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