Henry Clay Work

(1 October 1832 – 8 June 1884 / Middletown, Connecticut)

Henry Clay Work Poems

41. Beautiful Rose 1/3/2003
42. The Picture On The Wall 1/3/2003
43. Sequel To Grandfather's Clock 1/3/2003
44. Joy In Heaven 1/3/2003
45. Lost On The Lady Elgin 1/3/2003
46. Andy Veto 1/3/2003
47. Touch The Sleeping Strings Again 1/3/2003
48. Lilly-Willy-Woken 1/3/2003
49. Georgie Sails To-Morrow! 1/3/2003
50. Dad's A Millionaire 1/3/2003
51. Don'T Be Cruel To The Motherless Darlings 1/3/2003
52. Little Major 1/3/2003
53. King Bibler's Army 1/3/2003
54. Come To Me, Sunbeam! I'M Dying 1/3/2003
55. Washington And Lincoln 1/3/2003
56. Crossing The Grand Sierras 1/3/2003
57. Kingdom Coming 1/3/2003
58. Crying For Bread 1/3/2003
59. Corporal Schnapps 1/3/2003
60. Come Back To The Farm! 1/3/2003
61. We Are Coming, Sister Mary 1/3/2003
62. Sleeping For The Flag 1/3/2003
63. Come, Pretty School-Girl! 1/3/2003
64. Babylon Is Fallen! 1/3/2003
65. Grafted Into The Army 1/3/2003
66. Wake Nicodemus! 1/3/2003
67. Brave Boys Are They! 1/3/2003
68. The Days When We Were Young 1/3/2003
69. Farewell, My Loved One! 1/3/2003
70. Grandmother Told Me So 1/3/2003
71. Grand-Father's Clock 1/3/2003
72. Come Home, Father! 1/3/2003

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Best Poem of Henry Clay Work

Come Home, Father!

'Tis The
SONG OF LITTLE MARY,
Standing at the bar-room door
While the shameful midnight revel
Rages wildly as before.

Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes one;
You said you were coming right home from the shop,
As soon as your day's work was done.
Our fire has gone out our house is all dark
And mother's been watching since tea, --
With poor brother Benny so sick in her arms,
And no one to help her but me. --
Come home! come home! come home! --
Please, father, dear father, come home. --

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Come Back To The Farm!

Brother, come back! come back!
Dear brother, what can be the charm,
That holds you so strong -- that keeps you so long
Away from your father's able farm?
Poor Father, he tells how he needs you --
And would it be more than is due.
His labors to share, his burdens to bear,
Who once bore your burdens for you!

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