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Identifier: bookofsongpoems00alte (find matches)
Title: Book of song poems
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Alter, James Leander, 1859-
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Publisher: (Remington? Ind.)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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steam.The volcano is hid in a shrouded screen, While the bottom of the ocean is heaved in sight. August, 1905. THE DRUNKARDS DREAM. TWAS the still hour of midnight while asleep,Some wonderful visions did over me creep:I dreamed that I passed through the last dying throe,Then my soul took its flight to the regions below.Soon through the wide yawning portals I passed,My passport examined and admitted at last.Then being informed by a ghost on the wayMy respects to Old Nick I straightway must pay,Forthwith to his throne I went and fell prostrateAnd paid my respects to the Old Arch Apostate.Then, rising, he bade me follow his wake,A tour through his kingdom for pastime wed take.Ill show you, said he, **how my quarters are crammedIn various parts with the ghosts of the damned.•Enough said,I replied;go ahead and Ill follow.Our pathway we took across the big hollow.As we wandered our way I saw on the rightA palace of iron of towering height.I viewed it with wonder, but as I drew nigher 181
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