Frank Barbour Coffin Poems on Man (7 Poems)

Ajax’ Appeal to America (Frank Barbour Coffin Poems)

My country, noble spectre of the past; Along thy rivers, and within thy vales, There breathes a deep-toned voice, that tells of days, When thou wert called the country of the free- Admired and frequented; when pilgrim’d hosts Trod thy … Continue reading →

Our Country (Frank Barbour Coffin Poems)

This star spangled banner country, Is styled as the “Land of Free;” And yet our race here suffers wrong, Mixed with great humility. We try to live by both the laws, Of righteous God and man; And on all public … Continue reading →

The Trip I Would Like to Take (Frank Barbour Coffin Poems)

Man has a curious appetite, He’s all the time wishing to go; And if he had the wings of a kite, He’d travel this wide world o’er. Sometime I’d like to go away, Far over the Rocky Mountains; Where the … Continue reading →

Where are the Boys (Frank Barbour Coffin Poems)

A question I would like to ask, To answer it may be a task. But the thought cannot be masked, Where are the boys? Congregations’ service of song, Thou who workest against all wrong, Canst thou help us find the … Continue reading →

Motherly Emotions (Frank Barbour Coffin Poems)

A mother came passing by my door, Her son was near by my side; “Howdy mama” was her son’s adore, “Howdy my son” she replied. And as I gazed upon that mother, The tears rushed to my eyes; My heart’s … Continue reading →

Class Valedictoria (Frank Barbour Coffin Poems)

To A. R. The struggles you have made in school, Today are crowned with honor; You stand now in a vestibule, That causes you to ponder. School days and childhood days must end, And life’s tempestuous storms; From every part … Continue reading →

A Chat With the Boys (Frank Barbour Coffin Poems)

I’ve been a boy myself, And with boys I play, But I’m for solemn chat With the boys today. You are just in prime, boys, Life is on ahead, Its responsibilities Never learn to dread. Never look behind, boys, Up … Continue reading →