Conduct

By a peninsula the painter sat and

Sketched the uneven valley groves.

The apostle gave alms to the

Meek. The volcano burst

In fusive sulphur and hurled

Rocks and ore into the air—

Heaven’s sudden change at

The drawing tempestuous,

Darkening shade of dense clouded hues.

The wanderer soon chose

His spot of rest; they bore the

Chosen hero upon their shoulders,

Whom they strangely admired, as

The beach-tide summer of people desired.