Rosemary and Pansies/The Demagogue
THE DEMAGOGUE
I listened to his smooth insidious tongue,So artfully adapted to his crowdOf uninstructed hearers, who with loudApplause received the phrases deftly strungTo flatter them and to their greed appeal.Their ignorance and prejudices he(Taught by long practice) played on skilfully,Yet to the wise did all the while revealHis inmost nature, false and insincere;Spite of himself his vulgar soul he shows,Which to no great ideal allegiance owes,But ever doth by self's mean compass steer:So self-convicted and condemned he stands,Despite the multitude's loud-clapping hands.