Hew Morrison Collection > Minor poems, and translations, in verse

POLITICAL ERROR.
POLITICAL ERROR.
Ours is, indeed, a fair and fertile land,
And good it is its beauties to survey ;
But the heart sickens when it chance to stray
From Nature's blessings to the ingrate band
Whose wild behest would madly strike the hand
Of a good destiny. Deep discontent.
And rudely told, with prompted anger blent,
Marks to the world the much-deluded train :
But broader resteth the inglorious brand
On the base few, who, for a golden gain,
Their unwise counsels, their deceit will vent,
To spoil the gladness of the meek domain :
Bidding the poor man's happiness depart —
Guiding astray the simple peasant's heart.