Julia Ann Moore
Julia Ann Moore Poems
|41.||William House And Family||1/3/2003|
|44.||Gently On The Stream Of Time||1/3/2003|
|45.||Early Days Of Rockford||1/3/2003|
|46.||Fourth Of July||1/3/2003|
|47.||Sketch Of Lord Byron's Life||1/3/2003|
|49.||The Temperance Army||1/3/2003|
|50.||The Two Brave Soldiers||1/3/2003|
|53.||Dear Love, Do You Remember?||1/3/2003|
|54.||Advice To Little Children||1/3/2003|
|55.||A Departed Friend||1/3/2003|
|56.||The Orphan's Friend||1/3/2003|
|57.||Spring Time Is Coming||1/3/2003|
|59.||The Great Chicago Fire||1/3/2003|
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The Great Chicago Fire
The great Chicago Fire, friends,
Will never be forgot;
In the history of Chicago
It will remain a darken spot.
It was a dreadful horrid sight
To see that City in flames;
But no human aid could save it,
For all skill was tried in vain.
In the year of 1871,
In October on the 8th,
The people in that City, then
Was full of life, and great.
Less than four days it lay in ruins,
That garden City, so great
Lay smouldering in ashes,
In a sad and pitiful state.
It was a sad, sad scene indeed,
To see the fire arise,
And hear the crackling of ...
Air -- "Belle Mahone"
Once there was a lady fair,
With black eyes and curly hair,
She has left this world of care,
Sweet Carrie Monro.