I saw a Christian, a temperance man, <br />Casting his ballot one day at the polls: <br />One who believes he does what he can <br />Toward the reclaiming and saving of souls. <br />And may be he does-may be he does! <br />I don't say he doesn't, but may be he does! <br /> <br /> <br />I saw his candidate sipping his beer, <br />Wiping his moustache and lapping his jaws; <br />And I said to myself, 'It's decidedly queer, <br />If this is the man that should help make our laws.' <br />But may be he is-may be he is! <br />I won't say it outright, but may be he is! <br /> <br /> <br />I saw an old drunkard fall in the street: <br />I saw my Christian man mournfully pass, <br />And mournfully say to the sot at his feet: <br />'I have done what I could for such wrecks, but, alas!' <br />Well, may be he had-may be he had! <br />I don't say he hadn't, but may be he had! <br /> <br /> <br />I know a party that's forming to-day, <br />Made out of men that are loyal and brave: <br />They will sweep liquor taxes and tariffs away, <br />For they never will vote for a drinking old knave. <br />You see if they do! you see if they do! <br />I don't say I know, but you see if they do!<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-i-have-seen-5/
