George Trimble by Edgar Lee Masters — Read

Do you remember when I stood on the steps / Of the Court House and talked free-silver, / And the single-tax of Henry George?

Then do you remember that, when the Peerless Leader / Lost the first battle, I began to talk prohibition, / And became active in the church?

That was due to my wife, / Who pictured to me my destruction / If I did not prove my morality to the people.

Well, she ruined me:

For the radicals grew suspicious of me, / And the conservatives were never sure of me --

And here I lie, unwept of all.