The Poor Voter on Election Day

I thought I would share an election poem, as heard today on NPR’s Morning Edition show.
The Poor Voter on Election Day
by John Greenleaf Whittier
To-day, of all the weary year,
A king of men am I.
To-day, alike are great and small,
The nameless and the known;
My palace is the people’s hall,
The ballot-box my throne!
The rich is level with the poor,
The weak is strong to-day;
And sleekest broadcloth counts no more
Than homespun frock of gray.
To-day let pomp and vain pretence
My stubborn right abide;
I set a plain man’s common sense
Against the pedant’s pride.
The wide world has not wealth to buy
The power in my right hand!
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November 2, 2004 at 5:21 pm
Ursula
Heather: Are you and I reading the same poem?
Andrew: Cool!
November 2, 2004 at 12:12 pm
Andrew
That’s so funny. I heard the same report on NPR and put the poem up on my site.
November 2, 2004 at 9:22 am
Heather
If a frog had side pockets?
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I thought I had heard everything. Apparently I was mistaken.