 | Poetry of the Farm and Rural Life |  |
Soon conversation chang'd to play
Upon the topics of the day;
News, stale enough in distant town,
Just in the “Hollow” ushered down;
Murder and rapine, loss by fire,
Steamboat explosions, extra dire;—
Till last at politics they went,
And much of breath and speech were spent
On measures for their country's good;—
For, reader, be it understood,
It was the time, one year in four,
We dread and joy to see well o'er,
When politicians drive their trade,
And some man President is made.
Upon the topics of the day;
News, stale enough in distant town,
Just in the “Hollow” ushered down;
Murder and rapine, loss by fire,
Steamboat explosions, extra dire;—
Till last at politics they went,
And much of breath and speech were spent
On measures for their country's good;—
For, reader, be it understood,
It was the time, one year in four,
We dread and joy to see well o'er,
When politicians drive their trade,
And some man President is made.
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