Author Waring Cuney I think I see Him there With a stern dream on his face I see Him there ā Wishing they would hurry The last nail in place. And I wonder, had I been there, Would I have doubted too Or would the dream have told me, What this man speaks is true. 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