IF you in the village think that my work was a good one, Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards, And haled old Daisy Fraser before Justice Arnett, In many a crusade to purge the people of sin; Why do you let the milliner's daughter Dora, And the worthless son of Benjamin Pantier, Nightly make my grave their unholy pillow? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT BEST I SEE; TO U.S.G. RETURN'D FROM HIS WORLD'S TOUR by WALT WHITMAN MORTALITY by GAMALIEL BRADFORD ELISABETTA SIRANI, 1665 by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE LAST OF THE NEW YEAR'S CALLERS by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER THE FLYING SQUIRREL by MARY E. BURT |