Edgar Lee Masters (Эдгар Ли Мастерс)

George Trimble

Do you remember when I stood on the steps
Of the Court House and talked free-silver,
And the single-tax of Henry George?
Then do you remember that, when the Peerless Leader
Lost the first battle, I began to talk prohibition,
And became active in the church?
That was due to my wife,
Who pictured to me my destruction
If I did not prove my morality to the people.
Well, she ruined me:
For the radicals grew suspicious of me,
And the conservatives were never sure of me --
And here I lie, unwept of all.

1. O Glorious France
2. Richard Bone
3. Serepta Mason
4. Hod Putt
5. Judson Stoddard

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