Joseph Seamon Cotter Poems

A thousand years of darkness in her face,
She turns at last from out the centurys' blight
Of labored moan and dull oppression's might,
To slowly mount the rugged path and trace
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Why do men smile when I speak,
And call my speech
The whimperings of a babe
That cries but knows not what it wants?
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On such a day as this I think,
On such a day as this,
When earth and sky and nature's whole
Are clad in April's bliss;
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The slender moon in its silvery sheen,
The golden stars with the blue between
Of a dreamy, summer sky;
And still the night winds sigh.
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There is naught in the pathless reach
Of the pale, blue sky above,
There is naught that the stars tell, each to each,
As over the heavens they rove;
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I know not why or whence he came
Or how he chanced to go;
I only know he brought me love,
And going, left me woe.
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Now with the dust that bore him he is one,
Silent, into into earth's silent maw ye laid him.
Dimmed is his light, as with the setting sun,
He folds his steps unto the God who made him.
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Ashamed of my race?
And of what race an I?
I am many in one.
Thru my veins runs the blood
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