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 | The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder |  |
THE DEMAGOGUE
All mouth, no mind; a mindless mouth in sooth;He does not bend his strength to seek the truth,
But, shrewdly guessing what may take the crowd,
With tragic grimace, this he shouts aloud.
No true opinion, no fixed faith has he,
But gravely simulates sincerity.
His many causes swift resolve to one:
You find him his own cause when all is done.
| The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | |