Fitzgerald enterprise. (Fitzgerald, Ga.) 1895-1912, 1908-11-07
A Consolation.
Candidropsis.
with Apologies. J

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Communion with his party friend, theyspeak
various language;
Fer his gayer hours they have voice of gladness,
And assurance give of race already won;
And the side into his dark forebodings with such
wild promises
OF votes to come as drive away their darkness and
lessen every care.
When fears ofthe last sad report comes like blight
Over thy spirit and sad images of the hard fight,
And count of pol, > and breathless suspense, and
the lack of votes,
Make thee to SILVER and grow sick inside.
Go forth unto the newstands and read of other can
didates
While from all arOund-States and cities,
And the country districts Comes a like report.
Yet few days and thee the all beholding public
Shall see more in thy course; nor in thy own
county,
Where thy pale face with many tears
Nor in public print shall endure thy name.
Home that needeth thee, shall claim thy strength
to be in use at home again.
And lost all public trace, surrendering up thine
political being
Shall 60 to mix no more with the boys
To be worker with stupid shock, and with slug
gish clod,
Which thou shall turn with thy old pillow and tread
upon.
The Press shall send the news abroad, but not thy
name
Yet not to thine obvious retirement shall thou 60
alone
Nor couldst thou wish company more various.
Thou shall 60 hence with patriots of the political
world
With bosses the powerful of the earth
The good, the bad-fat FORMS and hungry seekers
after party pie.
All in one mighty company The hills, rock.rib-
bed and accent as the sun,
The wales stretching in pensve quetness between
The venerable woods-rivers that move in majesty,
And the complaining brooks that makes the mead,
dOws green;
Ard poured round all, old ocean S gray and meian-
choly waste I
Are but the solemn sympathies all of the great
gloom of man. i
The golden sun, the plants all the infinite hosts Of
heaven, !
Are shining on the sad abodes of defeat. /
Through the mad race of the candidates. all that
hold office
Are but handful to the tribes that seek in vain.
Take the passes of the railroads. traverse the coun
try's wide expanse,
Or lose thyself in the biggest cties where politics
is rankest-
Yet the defeated are there; and thousands in those
places,
Since first the count of votes began have gone
their ways after the race
Defeat reignS there ALSO So shall thou go: and
what if thou withdraw
Unnoticed by the public and no paper deprecate
thy departure?
Most that run will share thy destiny. The guy will
laugh when thou art gone,
The solemn faced CRATER graft on, and each One as
before, chase his favorite Office
Yet all these shall in time meet defeat, leave off
running,
And shall come into retirement with thee.
AS the long train of elections pass away the sons
of men-the youthful politician,
And he who goes in the fullstrength of experience,
Old and young, fat and lean, shall run and meat
deaf
And in great crowds be gathered to thy side by
Those who in their turn shall follow them.
So live that when thy summons comes to join that
innumerable cavavan
Which moves to that ObliviouS realm where each
Shall eat his crow in the gloomy halls of defeat
Thou go not like the sore head at night grumbling
at his friends,
But sustained and soothed by unfaultering trust
Gin the successful result of thy next race
Approach the rest like the one who wraps the com
fort of his hopes about him,
And lies down to pleasant dreams,
Thomas Hickman.
TO Fitzgerald or
The Enterprise believes in friends, and Incl.
dentally in advertising We have a friend who's