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Rh "Lo! the time is close upon you when the madness of the season
 * Having howled itself to silence like a Minnesota 'clone,

Will at last be superseded by the still, small voice of reason,
 * When the whelpage of your folly you would willingly disown.

"Ah, 'tis mournful to consider what remorses will be thronging.
 * With a consciousness of having been so ghastly indiscreet,

When by accident untoward two ex-gentlemen belonging
 * To the opposite political denominations meet!

"Yes, 'tis melancholy, truly, to forecast the fierce, unruly Supersurging of their blushes, like the flushes upon high When Aurora Borealis lights her circumpolar palace
 * And in customary manner sets her banner in the sky.

"Each will think: 'This falsifier knows that I too am a liar.
 * Curse him for a son of Satan, all unholily compound!

Curse my leader for another! Curse that pelican, my mother!
 * Would to God that I when little in my victual had been drowned!