LXVII.

The Spirit looked around upon the crowds

Assembled, and exclaimed, "My friends of all

The spheres, we shall catch cold amongst these clouds;

So let's to business: why this general call?

If those are freeholders I see in shrouds,

And 'tis for an election that they bawl,

Behold a candidate with unturned coat![he]

Saint Peter, may I count upon your vote?"

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