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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LIFE'S ILLUSION, by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER First Line: He toiled and saved his earnings every day Last Line: Left naught for him but a rude pile of gold. | |||
He toiled and saved his earnings every day, But starved his mind, and grasped at common things; His prisoned soul ne'er struggled out of clay, His better nature never found its wings. He hoped to sit with Happiness at last, Mansioned, sufficient, when he would be old; But he was just a graveyard! and the past Left naught for him but a rude pile of gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A GLOAMING CALL by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER A MANTEL CLOCK by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER A NEW YEAR THOUGHT by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER ABSENCE by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER AN AUTUMN EVENING by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER AN ECHO by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER ANNIVERSARIES by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER APPRECIATION by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER AT GOLDSMITH'S GRAVE by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER AT NIAGARA FALLS by ALEXANDER LOUIS FRASER |
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