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.
Edward Dyson
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