John Greenleaf Whittier is making the rounds. Thanks to the several readers who passed along “The Poor Voter on Election Day:”

The proudest now is but my peer,

The highest not more high;

Today, of all the weary year,

A king of men am I.

Today, alike the great and small,

The nameless and the known;

My palace is the people’s hall,

The ballot-box my throne!

Who serves today upon the list

Beside the served shall stand;

Alike the brown and wrinkled fist,

The gloved and dainty hand!

The rich is level with the poor,

The weak is strong today;

And sleekest broadcloth counts know more

The homespun frock of gray.

Today let pomp and vain pretense

My stubborn right abide;

I set a plain man’s common sense

Against the pendant’s pride.

Today shall simple manhood try

The strengthen of gold and land;

The wide world has not wealth to buy

The power in my right hand!

While there’s grief to set redress,

Or balance to adjust,

Where weighs our living manhood less

Than Mammon’s vilest dust-

While there’s a right to need my vote,

A wrong to sweep away,

Up! clouted knee and ragged coat!

A man’s a man today!