Eliza Cook Poems
|2.||Winter The Season For The Exercise Of Charity||4/19/2010|
|4.||The Flag Of The Free||3/24/2012|
|5.||The Banner Of Union||3/24/2012|
|6.||Be Kind When You Can||3/24/2012|
|7.||Don'T Tell The World That You'Re Waiting For Me||1/1/2004|
|8.||Song Of The Sailor Boy||3/24/2012|
|9.||I Leave Thee For Awhile||4/19/2010|
|10.||The Quiet Eye||1/1/2004|
|13.||Buttercups And Daisies||4/19/2010|
|14.||Song Of The Worm||1/1/2004|
|15.||The Old Arm-Chair||1/1/2004|
The Old Arm-Chair
I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair ?
I've treasured it long as a sainted prize ;
I've bedewed it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs.
' Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart ;
Not a tie will break, not a link will start.
Would ye learn the spell ? -- a mother sat there ;
And a sacred thing is that old Arm-chair.
In Childhood's hour I lingered near
The hallowed seat with listening ear ;
And gentle words that mother would give ;
To fit me to die, and teach me to live.
She told me ...