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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Mountain Laboured</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A patriot spake thus to an eager throng:<br>'Give me the power and I shall right each wrong.<br>And Fortune, smiling, on our land shall look' <br>His name was COOK.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, I beheld, throughout a continent,<br>A nation wrestle with affairs of State,<br>And patriotic cries, wher'er I went,<br>Poured forth alike from groundlings and the great.<br>I heard man reason with his fellow man;<br>From shore to shore rang out one mighty screech,<br>As, daily, from a thousand platforms ran <br>Rivers of speech.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Consul and Senator keen combat waged.<br>Doctor and Saint joined hotly in the fray;<br>North, South and West and East the battle raged;<br>And ev'ry citizen had much to say;<br>Bland politicians talked incessantly <br>It seemed a very battle of the gods;<br>Though much they said appeared to me to be<br>Over the odds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then lo, upon the great Election Day,<br>The day appointed for the mighty test,<br>Cab, jinker, motor-car and humble dray<br>Hither and thither sped at the behest<br>Of rival statesmen whose bold streamers flared<br>On wall and hoarding....You can guess the rest <br>'Twere easy spared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My wife remained at home to mend my socks;<br>But forth went I to claim my sovereign right,<br>To win my freedom at the ballot-box....<br>I got back home at twelve o'clock that night.<br>Or was it two next morning? I forget.<br>But I had done my duty like a man:<br>Helped in the noblest scheme man's fashioned yet <br>The Party Plan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then a solemn hush fell on the land<br>(I was content, considering my head,<br>Next Morning). And behold, on ev'ry hand,<br>Expectancy and hope one plainly read,<br>Till through the land rang out the herald's voice<br>Telling the upshot of that mighty fray:<br>'Joseph is consul! Citizens, rejoice!<br> 'Ip, 'ip, 'ooray!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rejoice I did; and my prophetic soul<br>Saw for my country happiness and peace.<br>For he had reached at last the longed-for goal.<br>Now would our corn and oil and beer increase!<br>What would it profit else, this strike, this pain <br>A mighty Nation shaken to its soul?<br>Sans good result, all hope ('twas very plain)<br>Was up the pole.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Into the Hall of State I blithely went,<br>Eager to hear the dignified debate <br>Grave, reverend seigneurs in grave argument<br>Engaged, discussing great affairs of State,<br>Wise counsellors....But stay! What's here amiss?<br>Are these the honoured makers of the Law?<br>Now Heav'n defend our Party Plan! for this<br>Is what I saw:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A yelping, clamorous, unruly clan;<br>A small bald, agitated, snapping man;<br>And, as they raved, his fist he fiercely shook <br>His name was COOK.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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'Give me the power and I shall right each wrong.
And Fortune, smiling, on our land shall look' 
His name was COOK.

Lo, I beheld, throughout a continent,
A nation wrestle with affairs of State,
And patrioti..."></div>
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