tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423995550961185095.post8936641440671305739..comments2023-06-04T19:58:42.135-07:00Comments on Poems, scrapbook clippings, and forgotten prose: THE VOLUNTEER ORGANISTJessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18429349943129907930noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423995550961185095.post-91074068528645615832019-05-30T12:12:18.424-07:002019-05-30T12:12:18.424-07:00replying to you via email at DDotday@gmailreplying to you via email at DDotday@gmailJessehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18429349943129907930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3423995550961185095.post-3344561543704194132018-10-21T08:19:34.755-07:002018-10-21T08:19:34.755-07:00I was reminded of this poem, last night, with a po...I was reminded of this poem, last night, with a power outage - it was in one of my mother’s favorite books, a collection of the public’s sentimental stories and whatnots, titled Heart Throbs, published circa 1900-10, as I recall. I used this poem in high school for a competitive forensics reading in 1970, and did quite well, with a decent hybrid between a Downeaster and a rural Appalachian lilt... There seem to be a few typos in this, but I’ll have to find the book for details, and dates. I also understand that there’s another version, turned into the lyrics of an old ballad/hymn...<br /><br />I’m no longer at the email below, it has been deleted, but I can’t change it. I’m temporarily at ddotday@gmail.com Dorothy Day Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02361027717823751930noreply@blogger.com