Poetry: A Call To The Ballot Box

Come roupe ye, abohlionists, Tiiere is no time to lose, In gaziog on the rainbow Of "ScatterationV hues, For though the tinta aro beautiful, They are refracted ligbt, And tho pure dismonds of your Totes Sliine best in sunlight bright. And when theie brilliant diamonda ín Union' 8 gold are sot, Conflicting politicians Will 8trive your votes to get; Which were they scattered in the rocka, Each in a sepárale vein, They'd think not worth the trouble Of strivingto obtain. Then rouee ye! abolitionists, There is no time to lose, In gazing on the rainbow Of "Scatteration's" huea.