Poems by Julia A Moore
Little Charlie Hades
... There sweetly sleeping his last sleep, ...
Early Days of Rockford
... Are the same old buildings still ...
The Flag
... To gain their freedom from British laws, ...
Dear Love, Do You Remember?
... As in the days when we were young ...
Libby Prison
... Fathers, brothers, young husbands dear ...
Maryette Myers
... She was loved by all surrounding friends, and some that loved her best, ...
Hattie House
... May the flowers ever bloom o'er the little tomb, ...
Unfortunate
... Nor a place she could call home ...
Little Andrew
... An this little child would company be - ...
The Author's Early Life
... My parents were poor, I know, kind friends, ...
Leave off the Agony in Style
... Sad, indeed, would be your friends to hear your name reviled, ...
William Upson
... It would ease her heart till she met him there ...
Little Susan
... And her friends loved her dear - ...
The Burial in the Snow
... Some of those friends are dead and gone, ...
The Temperance Army
... And your homes are rosy light, ...
