Joseph Furphy Poems
|1.||What The Heart Of The Poet Said To The 'Bulletin'||4/20/2010|
|3.||Breaking The News||4/20/2010|
|4.||Glory To God; To Men Good Will!||4/20/2010|
|5.||A Christmas Greeting To K.B.||4/20/2010|
|6.||A Christmas Hymn||4/20/2010|
|7.||A Psalm Of Councel||4/20/2010|
|8.||A Psalm Of Subjection||4/20/2010|
|9.||A S.S.T.'s Lament||4/20/2010|
|10.||The Schoolhouse On The Plain||4/20/2010|
|11.||Lines For Lizer-Jane's Album.||4/20/2010|
|14.||A Psalm Of Patience||4/20/2010|
|15.||A Psalm Of Resignation||4/20/2010|
|17.||The Fly In The Ointment||4/20/2010|
|18.||Virtues That Pay||4/20/2010|
|19.||The Bullfrog Bell||4/20/2010|
|20.||Are You The Cove?||1/1/2004|
|22.||The Death Of President Lincoln||4/20/2010|
|23.||A Psalm Of Fortitude||4/20/2010|
|24.||Elegy Of Lincoln||4/20/2010|
|25.||Birthday Lines For K.B.||4/20/2010|
|26.||The Gumsucker's Dirge||4/20/2010|
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Elegy Of Lincoln
Lincoln is gone — who ruled the Western Land
From the Pacific to the Atlantic's brim —
And cold and nerveless lies the mighty hand
That struck the fetters from the negro's limb.
Lincoln is gone — and now for ever still
The gentle, manly, and the feeling heart
And quench'd in might the endless will
That never flinch'd from Duty's sternest part.
The Negro mourns for him who wont to stand
The foremost Champion in fair freedom's train;
Who took the dusky Ethiope by the hand
And from his forehead wiped the shameful stain.
The gloomy Indian ...
A Psalm Of Fortitude
Are you, like me, a peevish brat,
With feelings extra-fine?
Are you disposed to whip the cat
When misadventure lays your flat?
Then paste this memo in your hat —
A Man Should Never Whine.
The axiom is no safeguard rare,
Nor talisman divine;