Poems of Eliza Cook
|1.||Be Kind When You Can||3/24/2012|
|3.||Buttercups and Daisies||4/19/2010|
|4.||Don't Tell the World that You're Waiting for Me||1/1/2004|
|6.||I Leave Thee for Awhile||4/19/2010|
|7.||Song of the Sailor Boy||3/24/2012|
|8.||Song of the Worm||1/1/2004|
|10.||The Banner of Union||3/24/2012|
|11.||The Flag of the Free||3/24/2012|
|12.||The Old Arm-chair||1/1/2004|
|13.||The Quiet Eye||1/1/2004|
|15.||Winter the Season For the Exercise of Charity||4/19/2010|
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.