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And at first the voter cried for his polling booth like a child; but after a while he grew calmer, save when faint bursts of cheering came twittering up to the downs, when the voter would cry out bitterly against the misgovernment of the Radical party, or else it was  I forget what the poet told me  he extolled its splendid record. AND AT FIRST THE VOTER CRIED FOR HIS PULLING BOOTH LIKE A CHILD BUT AFTER A WHILE HE GREW CALMER SAVE WHEN FAINT BURSTS OF CHEERING CAME TWITTERING UP TO THE DOWNS WHEN THE VOTER WOULD CRY OUT BITTERLY AGAINST THE MISGOVERNMENT OF THE RADICAL PARTY OR ELSE IT WAS I FORGET WHAT THE POET TOLD ME HE EXTOLLED ITS SPLENDID RECORD
e poor man's food should not be taxed to make the rich man richer. Or else it was that he would give his vote for that system of tariff reform which should unite us closer to our colonies with ties that should long endure, and give employment to all. But it was not to the polling-booth that the motor went, it passed it and left the town and came by a small white winding road to the very top of the downs. There the poet dismissed the car and let that wondering voter on to the grass and seated himself on a rug. And for long the voter talked of those imperial traditions that our forefathers had made for us and which he should uphold with his vote, or else it was of a people oppressed by a feudal system that was out of date and effete, and that should be ended or mended. But the poet pointed out to him small, distant, wandering ships on the sunlit strip of sea, and the birds far down below them, and the houses below the birds, with the little columns of smoke that could not find the downs. RDER THAT THE POOR MAN'S FOOD SHOULD NOT BE TAXED TO MAKE THE RICH MAN RICHER OR ELSE IT WAS THAT HE WOULD GIVE HIS VOTE FOR THAT SYSTEM OF TARIFF REFORM WHICH SHOULD UNITE US CLOSER TO OUR COLONIES WITH TIES IT SHOULD LONG ENDURE AND GIVE EMPLOYMENT TO ALL BUT IT WAS NOT TO THE POLLING BOOTH THAT THE MOTOR WENT IT PASSED IT AND LEFT THE TOWN AND CAME BY A SMALL WHITE WINDING ROAD TO THE VERY TOP OF THE DOWNS THERE THE POET DISMISSED THE CAR AND LED THAT WANDERING VOTER ON TO THE GRASS AND SEATED HIMSELF ON A RUG AND FOR LONG THE VOTER TALKED OF THOSE IMPERIAL TRADITIONS THAT OUR FOREFATHERS HAD MADE FOR US AND WHICH HE SHOULD UPHOLD WITH HIS VOTE OR ELSE IT WAS OF A PEOPLE OPPRESSED BY A FEUDAL SYSTEM THAT WAS OUT OF DATE AND OF FEAT AND THAT SHOULD BE ENDED OR MENDED BUT THE POET POINTED OUT TO HIM SMALL DISTANT WANDERING SHIPS ON THE SUNLIT STRIP OF THE SEA AND THE BIRDS FAR DOWN BELOW THEM AND THE HOUSES BELOW THE BIRDS WITH THE LITTLE COLUMNS OF SMOKE THAT COULD NOT FIND THE DOWNS
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