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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420765" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Poor Voter On Election Day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE proudest now is but my peer,<br>The highest not more high;<br>To-day, of all the weary year,<br>A king of men am I.<br>To-day, alike are great and small,<br>The nameless and the known;<br>My palace is the people's hall,<br>The ballot-box my throne!<br>Who serves to-day upon the list<br>Beside the served shall stand;<br>Alike the brown and wrinkled fist,<br>The gloved and dainty hand!<br>The rich is level with the poor,<br>The weak is strong to-day;<br>And sleekest broadcloth counts no more<br>Than homespun frock of gray.<br>To-day let pomp and vain pretence<br>My stubborn right abide;<br>I set a plain man's common sense<br>Against the pedant's pride.<br>To-day shall simple manhood try<br>The strength of gold and land;<br>The wide world has not wealth to buy<br>The power in my right hand!<br>While there's a grief to seek redress,<br>Or balance to adjust,<br>Where weighs our living manhood less<br>Than Mammon's vilest dust, —<br>While there's a right to need my vote,<br>A wrong to sweep away,<br>Up! clouted knee and ragged coat!<br>A man's a man to-day!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Greenleaf+Whittier">John Greenleaf Whittier</a><div class=q>
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The highest not more high;
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!
Who serves to-d..."></div>
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