mankind, now become so popular among the signers of blank checks.

Behold the statesman, of mankind the friend,
Who claims your vote that wars may have an end;
Lets loose the passions and unchains the storm,
While crying still the blessings of reform.
Peace on his lips and faction in his heart,
Though Europe totter, he will play his part.
He bears no brother near him on the throne,
Who would be saviour of mankind alone.
Fame little reckons what her minions do;
Flatter the mob, the mob will flatter you.

Princeton, N.J.,
I May, 1919

P. E. M.

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