Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1886-09-09
Growers Dream.
A PARODY BY THE PILGRIM BARD
The Caldwell Journall

PARODY BY THE PILGRIM BARD
The Caldwell Journal.
In his soft arm chair sat Grover,
When the busy day was over;
He bad vetoed. vetoed, vetoel. everything In
stock and store
Bills too numerous TO mention,
Every bill in shape Of pension
That the Lower House and Senate passed the
very day before
Passed and to his hands committed on the very
day before
Vetoed now forever more
Like ,ulture after battle.
When had ceased the dreadful rattle,
Scents the summer air all tainted with the de-
composing gore.
Even thus did mighty Grover,
Like carrion crow Slost over
" idows tears and walls Of orphans: like 4
tiend he gloated DER
Widows Of the fallen heroes, like a fend be
glosted Ger
Let them beg from door to door.
Presently he fell TO mapping.
leased those snsky eyes their swapping,
And hi neck Of great dimension, upright held
his bead no more;
With the lampicht DER him streaming,
Fast asleep he soon was dreaming;
Dreaming dreams no predecessor ever dared TO
dream before
dreamed before.
And >hall dream. "Ah, neyermore"
Far away he could see Heaven,
Future home 10 Christians given;
See of Paradise the gateway, gateway to thst
shining shore
Buta fence provoked his ire
Rising higher, higher, higher.
Built Of wooden legs and crutches that the
crippled veterans wore;
Ih'y had left them as they entered, entered In
at Heavens door;
Blocked his way forever more
.'Fiend,." he shouted. "I will bresk III
From my pathway you shall take 1t!
| am Grover" can 'setor Do no, make me
show my powerw
Then arose - laugh in Heaven.
Rainbow clouds were well nigh riven
Win the laughing OF the angels. - they shout !:
"Ah. nevermorc.
NcVermore, immortal Grover. here your veto
power il Ger
You can veto never more"
Then he saw great throng coming,
Without music--wthoui drumming:
Silent a. Monks procession, and !. bier the
leaders bore
Nearer a. their feet came rumbllng
Half aloud he fell to grumbling.
DOUBTLESS 'ti> some pension paupers for they
@''ib All sstl ana sore
Not dollar not penny let them beg from
door 10 door;
Beggars ali forever more
A. the mighty ihrong drew nearer.
And his dazzled eyes saw clearer.
Twas his brethren Democratic that this sable
burden bore
And he wondered what the devil
Meant this harbngcr Of evil.
Meant this solemn, quaint procession, what
the burden was they bore
Covered Der with sable mantle, that his
friends and brethren bore.
Doubtless dead forever more.
Fighter still the chair he clutches,
For hu sAw pair OF crutches
crossed for handles meath the burden that the
dark pail covered DER;
By my patron saint Marian
hen they come little higher,
VIII snatch the sable mantle and will see thi.
hidden lore
See what means this Quaint procession mortal
never saw before
And shall see, All, neYcrmore'"
A. he dreamed, his soul grew stronger,
Hc.i'aIing then no longer
straight hc walked up TO tie oortege, placed
himself the bier before;
Men" said he. what means ihi. vision,
Prophecy or fell deri,ion.
lcil me Of the hidden meaning, tell me- tell ne
mplore-
And What Is this thing YOU carry, tell me. tell
M implore;"
Quoth Voice, "Our show is o'err
.'Oh. thou great and mighty Grover
Thou hast kicked the party over;
Power public pap and glory We shall know,
ali. DeNeTmotc-
tnderneaih this sable curtain
Lies our party. dead for certain,
And the trump Of the Archangei can revive Il
neFtrInore-
Trumpet Of the mighty Gabriel can revive Il
neNermorc.
Dead and damned forever more"
Why, oh why, did YOU uncover.
" hat for years We had smoothed over.
Often have We bid them bury bloody shiri all
.tif with gore
But Your foolish. blind ambition
Brought us 10 this lad condition.
Let IL haste this thing 10 bury; see, the bug
yards hover Ger
They must smell the rotten carcass see the
buzzards hover Ger;
Farewell, Hope, FOREVER MORE"