And Peace, beyond the world’s conceptions, smiles!
As thou (now dark), before we part, shalt see.
But thy great soul this skulking glory scorns.
Lorenzo’s sick, but when Lorenzo’s seen;
And, when he shrugs at public business, lies.
Denied the public eye, the public voice, 490
As if he lived on others’ breath, he dies.
Fain would he make the world his pedestal; 492
Mankind the gazers, the sole figure, he.
Knows he, that mankind praise against their will,