“How should’st thou, of all men, smite, and save us?”
Guesses what is like to prove the sequel—
“Egypt’s flesh-pots—nay, the drought was better.”
X.
Oh, the crowd must have emphatic warrant!
Theirs, the Sinai-forehead’s cloven brilliance,
Right-arm’s rod-sweep, tongue’s imperial fiat.
Never dares the man put off the prophet.
XI.
Did he love one face from out the thousands,