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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342735" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At The Close Of The Canvass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twas a Venerable Person, whom I met one Sunday morning,<br>All appareled as a prophet of a melancholy sect;<br>And in a jeremaid of objurgatory warning<br>He lifted up his _jodel_ to the following effect:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O ye sanguinary statesmen, intermit your verbal tussles<br>O ye editors and orators, consent to hear my lay!<br>And a little while the digital and maxillary muscles<br>And attend to what a Venerable Person has to say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cease your writing, cease your shouting, cease your wild unearthly lying;<br>Cease to bandy such expressions as are never, never found<br>In the letter of a lover; cease 'exposing' and 'replying'<br>Let there be abated fury and a decrement of sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For to-morrow will be Monday and the fifth day of November<br>Only day of opportunity before the final rush.<br>_Carpe diem!_ go conciliate each person who's a member<br>Of the other party-do it while you can without a blush.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Lo! the time is close upon you when the madness of the season<br>Having howled itself to silence, like a Minnesota 'clone,<br>Will at last be superseded by the still, small voice of reason,<br>When the whelpage of your folly you would willingly disown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ah, 'tis mournful to consider what remorses will be thronging,<br>With a consciousness of having been so ghastly indiscreet,<br>When by accident untoward two ex-gentlemen belonging<br>To the opposite political denominations meet!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yes, 'tis melancholy, truly, to forecast the fierce, unruly<br>Supersurging of their blushes, like the flushes upon high<br>When Aurora Borealis lights her circumpolar palace<br>And in customary manner sets her banner in the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Each will think: 'This falsifier knows that I too am a liar.<br>Curse him for a son of Satan, all unholily compound!<br>Curse my leader for another! Curse that pelican, my mother!<br>Would to God that I when little in my victual had been drowned!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then that Venerable Person went away without returning<br>And, the madness of the season having also taken flight,<br>All the people soon were blushing like the skies to crimson burning<br>When Aurora Borealis fires her premises by night.</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>
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