As pointing unto something laid below,
He saw a shudder, followed by a sigh,
Pass trembling to and fro
Among that crowd, with eager faces bent
Up on his own; and then came words of peace.
As though he painted home, and calm content,
And joy unto surcease.
Swayed, like the ocean by the hurricane,
That sea of men responded as the name
Broke on their ears—the pale polluter’s name,