John Burgess

John Burgess

Male 1841 - 1919  (78 years)

 

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Black Book, John Burgess P22-23

Why did you not say you loved me
While I was with you round the house,
In lieu of bringing flowers now,
When I am laid beneath the earth?
Your lips where sealed and seemed congealed
To all those currents, pure, divine,
Where nature meant that you should yeald,
And brighten up your life and mine.
My sould was starved and underfed
For sweet love words you might have said,
Tis little things we leave undone,
That keep our hearts from being one,
And make the way of life as rough,
And tell the soul its had enough
Regrets the pang we all endure
When loved ones pass to yonder shore
And leave us here with words unsaid,
So justly due departed dead.
'Tis the unspoken thoughts we hold,
And not come out like lovers bold,
That blights the life of many a one
Before their joys on earth are done

July 3rd 1916 John Burgess- 75



Owner/SourceGladys Bond
Date3 Jul 1916
File nameBLK BK-13 Burgessw.png
File Size731.48k
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