Joseph Seamon Cotter (1861 - 1919)
As I lie in bed,
Flat on my back;
There passes across my ceiling
An endless panaroma of things--
Quick steps of gay-voiced children,
Adolescence in its wondering silences,
Maid and man on moonlit summer's eve,
Women in the holy glow of Motherhood,
Old men gazing silently through the twilight
Into the beyond.
O God, give me words to make my dream-children live.
Joseph Seamon Cotter's Other Poems
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- An April Day
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- I'm A-waiting and A-watching
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