text:  The savage mob's dull glance of hate thou calmly balkedst With thy great thoughts alone and silently thou walkedst; The people could not brook thy foreign-sounding name Pursued thee with its yell and piled thy head with shame And by thy very hand though saved from ill and danger Mock'd at thy sacred age--thou hoary-headed stranger! And even _he_ whose soul could read thy noble heart To please that idiot mob blamed thee with cruel art