<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342664" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Political Violet</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, Stanford, let us sit at ease<br>And talk as old friends do.<br>You talk of anything you please,<br>And I will talk of you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You recently have said, I hear,<br>That you would like to go<br>To serve as Senator. That's queer!<br>Have you told William Stow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Once when the Legislature said:<br>'Go, Stanford, and be great!'<br>You lifted up your Jovian head<br>And everlooked the State.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As one made leisurely awake,<br>You lightly rubbed your eyes<br>And answered: 'Thank you-please to make<br>A note of my surprise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But who are they who skulk aside,<br>As to get out of reach,<br>And in their clothing strive to hide<br>Three thousand dollars each?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Not members of your body, sure?<br>No, that can hardly be:<br>All statesmen, I suppose, are pure.<br>What! there are rogues? Dear me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You added, you'll recall, that though<br>You were surprised and pained,<br>You thought, upon the whole, you'd go,<br>And in that mind remained.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, what so great a change has wrought<br>That you so frankly speak<br>Of 'seeking' honors once unsought<br>Because you 'scorned to seek'?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Do you not fear the grave reproof<br>In good Creed Haymond's eye?<br>Will Stephen Gage not stand aloof<br>And pass you coldly by?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, fear you not that Vrooman's lich<br>Will rise from earth and point<br>At you a scornful finger which<br>May lack, perchance, a joint?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Go, Stanford, where the violets grow,<br>And join their modest train.<br>Await the work of William Stow<br>And be surprised again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342664" data-title="A Political Violet de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="Come, Stanford, let us sit at ease And talk as old friends do. You talk of anything you please, And I will talk of you. You recently have said, I hear, That you would like to go To serve as Senator. That's queer! Have you told William Stow? Once..."></div> </div> </div>

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