In honour of the municipal election which takes place in Montreal tomorrow I am presenting this poem published in 1853, describing the power of the voter. Though the words are a wee bit flowery they are actually quite apropos. For those in Montreal- Vote!!!!
Montreal Witness, 12 January 1853, page 19
The poor voter on election day
The proudest now is but my peer,
The highest not more high;
To-day, of all the weary year,
A king of men am I!
To-day alike are great and small,
The nameless and the known;
My palace is the people’s hall
The ballot box my throne.
Who serves to-day upon the list
Beside the served shall stand;
Alike the brown and wrinkled fist,
The gloved and dainty hand.
The rich are level with the poor,
The weak are strong to-day;
And sleekest broad-cloth counts no more
Than homespun frock of gray.
To-day let pomp and vain pretence
My stubborn right abide;
I set a plain man’s common sense
Against the pedant’s pride!
To day shall simple manhood try
The strength of gold and land;
The wide world has not wealth to buy
The power in my right hand.
While there’s a grief to need redress,
Or balance to adjust,
Where weighs our loving manhood less,
Than Mammon’s vilest dust,
While there’s a right to claim my vote,
Or wrong to sweep away,
Up! Clouted knee and ragged coat!
A man’s a man to-day!