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To A Politician

There was a moment when of you   A splendid hope I had to tell,

Believing "Here is one man who   Will serve our waiting country well."I saw you sedulous and keen,   I heard the burning words you spoke.

It seemed that you were hard and clean,   And rapier sharp your every stroke.

Then came success, and in a night   An impish thing you stood apart,

All empty-handed for the fight,   With worse, alas! an empty heart.

Success had spoiled you, said your friends,   It was not so, for naught was

To spoil but means to petty ends.   At last men saw you bleak and bare.

In those who give you grudging aid   These days, may we the spirits

Who for the love of men would raid   The strongholds of iniquity?

Are these the heroes high and true,   Who, seeing right with honest eyes,

Will risk their all in putting through   Democracy's stern Enterprise?

You had no wealth of love.  You failed   For that.  Your heart may never

To men upon their crosses nailed,   To brothers sadly travailing.

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Edward Dyson

Edward George Dyson (4 March 1865 – 22 August 1931), or 'Ted' Dyson, was an Australian journalist, poet, playwright and short story writer. He w…

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