Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1898-09-28

Like child sWeetly slhmbers a man OF
high state
A man OF the people-the man OF the
Young Delaware Clark, the Candidate!
Light streams through the lattice and
kisses his hair.
It plays with his eyelids and toys with
his cheek;
II breathes bendictions on features once
fair
Now haggard and worn by the work Of
He dreams OF the future. and brighter 1t
grows,
AS the sun works It's way to imperial
estate.
He opes his brown eyes. and the world
fairly CLOVIS,
To Delaware Clark, the Candidate
with bound he is up, and old Pencader
rocks
Meath the tread Of his foot and the
strength OF his yawn
A stout derby helmet pair Of wool
socks,
His shoes and his breeches he quickly
A boiled shirt and mail-coat Of cutaway
And he's ready to bid all defiance to
Behold hlml A foe to all sin and all guile
Young Delaware Clark, the Candidate
In warllke habilament straightway he
strobe
TO the belfry which stood near the Gu
cumber pump,
And he pulled on the rope TN he painted
and blowed.
And the tocsin rang wildly to each
"Ho vassals!" he cried. what, pol.
trOonsi do We sleep
When the lord OF the castle is plumed at
the gate?
Ye godsl Are ye men, or but tlmorous
shesp2"
Yelled Delaware Clark, the Candidate.
With n rustic and hustle the vassals creep
out,
They fan on their knees and his mercy
they crave
With scorn on his features he kicks them
about,
And smltes one or two with the nat OF
his glaive.
Feed the war-horse thou varlet. and gear
him IN haster'
Build the hresi Spread the board In
the great hall OF statei
For the sun Is well up, and I've no time
TO wastew
Said Delaware Clark, the candidatel
lie gulps down hot coffee. and bolts solid
AS he thinks OF the fortune the day has
In View
scalds his mouth; says some words which
are not very good
But to him they are easing, II not very
Then he jumps in his chariot and raises
the lash
DER his warhorse as strong and as Jet
There's "swlshl" and he's or with a
yell and a dash
Is Delaware Clark, the Candidate!
It was six by the clock when he reached
IL
Sun buried in sleep and as still as the
grave.
THE billiards yet slumberi" portentIous
oerclouded the face of the warrior SO
brave.
With a whoop and yell he drove down
the main street.
The townfolk sprang up. for the danger
Arise friends OF freedom and come
forth and greet
Young Delaware Clark, the Candldater
Like a fash he is gone. but the town is
awake,
And Il ponders in wonder on warrior
and steed,
The volunteer flremen see their mistake
And house apparatus they thought they
would need.
Bells peal. whistles scream, cheers are
given with zest,
Pandemonium relgns. hearts are burn
Down with Buckingham. Roblnson-ant
all the rest
We're for Delaware Clark. the candi
datel"
on he speeds like the wind and his erie.
nh the air.
up, freemenr he shrieks, "for tn,
great day Is here;
The Lion OF Pencader is reused from hi
lair
And his foes are in panic and frozel
with fearl
The yeomen OF ogleton hear the lou,
din,
Then stanton gives ear to the voice o
the great,
And Newport and Browntown and Hedg
Vile join In
For Delaware Clark, the candidatel
Like a whirlwind he sweeps through tn
city's west side,
Desolation and ruin are left in his train
Fohcemen endeavor to stem the stron
And foes seek for safety and shelter &
vain.
Through the heart of the city he force
his way,
Nor heeds cries for mercy or curses @
hate,
He is hub-deep in blood, and the Who'll
world looks gay,
To Delaware Clark, the Candidatei
He alghts from his chariot and wade
through the gore
To the head Of his charger all fiecke
Ger with foam.
We'll done, noble BEAST the best IN II
store
Shall be placed in thy manger whe
once we get home
Now TO work the machine which will giS
me the place,
For you know am down at the top
the slate:
The others may strive. but they're not
the race.
With Delaware Clark. the Candidate
The charger neighs softly then slnl
meath the tide,
While tears Of regret course their wa
down the face
OF the warrior, who seeks his emotion
hide
And calls upon heaven to send hi
some grace.
Thus he rode and he won in the race
the best,
EeI dsiEgg our friend. Alexander I'll
Then took a long nap, the machine d
the rest,
For Delaware Clark, the Candidatei
The charger now slumbers in Pencader
vale,
With the heroes who sleep meath n
Cooch battle-fag;
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