And, shattered by those rocks, took hold again,
So kindly blazed it—that same blaze to brood
O'er every cluster of the multitude
Still hazarding new clasps, ties, filaments,
An emulous exchange of pulses, vents
Of nature into nature; till some growth
Unfancied yet, exuberantly clothe
The Ghibellins' wish: the Guelfs' wish.
A surface solid now, continuous, one:
"The Pope, for us the People, who begun