Poems by Cooke Edmund Vance
A Courtin' Call
... tuff to make her whiter,An' fussed till she' d 'a' cried, she said,But that 'ld make her eyes so red ...
Don't Take Your Troubles to Bed
... t he turns him away, with a shake of his head,When he finds that you don't take your troubles to bed ...
How Did You Die?
... d whether he's slow or spry,It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts, But only how did you die ...
Poetry
... To fund a feeling for the world to borrow ...
Requiescat in Pace
... his way alone, But follows where the greater number tread,Should hasten to his rest beneath a stone ...
