Classic Poem

Sorosis

The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an eastern city passed
A blooming maid in bloomers dressed,
With this device upon her crest,
Sorosis

Her brows were kind; beneath her vail [ sic ]
Her eyes blazed like a comet's tail,
And like a martial bugle rung
The tones of that outlandish tongue,
Sorosis!

In happy homes she saw the light,
Where hopes and love made all things bright;
Without the night was drear and black,
And from her lips escaped the shriek —
Sorosis

" Try not the polls! O maid beware
The scheming politician's snare. "
'Twas all in vain the old man cried,
For still that ringing voice replied,
Sorosis!

" O stay, " the young man said, " and rest
Thy waterfall upon this vest! "
A tear stole down her painted cheek,
But still she answered with a squeak,
Sorosis!

" Beware the baleful company
Of Francis Train and Susan B! "
This was old Greeley's warning knell.
A voice replied, you go to — well,
Sorosis!

At break of day, as through the street,
The watchman walked his lonely beat,
With heavy eyes and sleepy yawn,
A voice cried through the purple dawn,
Sorosis!

Next evening, on a rostrum high,
The maiden stood with blazing eye,
While from her lips, serene, but pale,
A voice came, like a northeast gale,
Sorosis!English