The Pamphlet Collection of Sir Robert Stout: Volume 74
Vote for Me
Vote for Me.
"Say, papa, how are you going to vote ?"
'Twas a child's bright word, and he could not note
How the red blood mantled his father's face,
As he clasped the wee one in close embrace;
But he prattled on in his childish glee,
"Say, papa, why won't you vote for me ?"
Out of the door strode the father fast,
And never a glance behind him cast,
As on to his place at the polls he went;
But the words the boy spoke were surely meant
By God above to follow him there,
For they haunted his steps like a mother's prayer.
"Vote for me, papa," the bells rang out;"
Vote for me," sounded the schoolboy's shout;
"Vote for me," came from the rum-seller's door
In the oaths ho had never thus heard before;
At last with a smile he whispered low,
"If I vote for my boy I can vote only No"
—Katherine L. Stevenson