Author Joseph Seamon, Jr. Cotter Never, never shall I clothe All my foolish Fears in words. Earth would weary with the song, Sorrows echo to the chords. I shall bury Fear so deep It shall never dare to grope From the shadows, save 'tis led By the standard-bearer Hope Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments