Poem by John Pierpont

The Ballot

A weapon that comes down as still  
 As snowflakes fall upon the sod;  
But executes a freeman’s will,  
 As lightning does the will of God.

1. The Temperance Crew
2. Farewell the Bowl
3. Her Chosen Spot
4. Away the Bowl
5. I Would Not Live Always

Ella Wilcox The Ballot ("So you are through with it")

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