Purely Original Verse; Complete Works, and a Number of New Productions, in One Volume. by J. Gordon Cogler (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 Excerpt: ...thy sweet blooming face, Fresh as the dewy morn, Will leave its impress on this heart Long after thou art gone. Farewell and if e'er thine azure eyes-Shall feel the dint of care, Look up to Him whose loving hand Will dry each bitter tear. Farewell, ye milk-white dove, farewell If on earth we meet no more, May in that snow-white throng of love We meet on yonder shore. MARRIAGE AND DEATH. Marriage and death--these great events in life, Alas with each other are blended; A festive scene and a funeral march, And man's brief journey is ended. A marriage puff, and a funeral notice Is the end of his transient tale, And he vanishes from human sight Beyond life's dark and gloomy veil. SIDE BY SIDE, SOME DAY. You may laugh at affliction, And shun the poor wretch As he drag-i along life's rugged way, But remember, your feet Now nimble and strong, May be wither'd and weary some day. You may spurn the poor wretch Whose garments are torn, But whose heart may be honest and true; Yet think of this well, As sure as you live Some affliction will fall upon you. Should he come to your chamber On a cold winter night You would surely turn him away; Little thinking that you Must sleep by his side Some day in the mouldering clay. SHE'S ILL. This Christinas, with all its mirth and joy, Will not. be enjoyed by me, For the one whom love is ill at her home On the banks of the Congaree. How could I join in the circle of pleasure, Tho' ever-so enticing it be, While my dear little lady lies ill at her home On the banks of the Congaree. I CANNOT THINK THAT I'LL BE LOST FOREVER. I cannot think that I'll be lost forever For the little fins that swell this human breast While in this transitory life Where I have never had a day of peace and rest. I cannot think that in this cloudy world Whe...