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Drought devastates the land,
Drought pervades our politics:
For amongst our politicians is inveterate dearth:
Dearth of vision:—the solitary searchlight
That bursts in dazzling bloom
Over untravelled seas of action,
Upon untrodden peaks of thought:
Dearth of commonsense:
The plain, old-fashioned lanthorn,
Harbouring a homely tallow-candle,
That sheds a warm, soft glow
In life's dark corridors.
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