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...THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LOVE POEM by KAREN SWENSON THE HOUSEKEEPER by ROBERT FROST CONTEMPLATIONS by ANNE BRADSTREET TOMMY [ATKINS] by RUDYARD KIPLING THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: DEDICATORY SONNET by EDMUND SPENSER |