And ’tis a painful sight,
When fools, though of one family,
Fall out and chide and fight.
Hard hustings-names, hot platform-words,
And blatant leaders’ breath,
Take shape in Clubs, Lies’ two-edged swords,
And mob-war to the death.
He’s wise who tongue and temper schools
Through the election fight,
Nor holdeth all his foes for fools,