As anyone who gazes through the pages which fol low can see with half an eye, Mrs. Moore deserved a better fate. It was to save her from the clutch of un warranted oblivion that this book, which represents an attempt to collect all of her published poems, was prepared. Read without any thought of their historical setting, her songs endure the test of true literature by charming the reader. Considered against the back ground which made them possible, they present an interesting and vivid picture of a forgotten period in America's past.
Mark Twain claims to have carried this book around with him on his travels, because of the joy it brought him. That convinced me to buy a copy, although I knew the reason for his joy was the sheer awfulness of the poems. Julia A. Moore was to poetry what Florence Foster Jenkins was to opera. The poems are mawkish, poorly constructed, and dwell on subjects such as death and temperance. Taken in small doses, it can cause chuckling and eye-rolling.