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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
When e 'er the world seems going wrong And you your courage lose; Get out your "Poetry Machine" And drive away the "blues."
Just turn the crank—Sad thoughts will flee As the cog-wheels whirr and buzz,—There's naught can raise one's spirits up Like the "Verse Mill" always does! Let the rippling, rollicking rhymes roll out With a clamor, a clash, and a clang; Then punctuate each line with a laugh— Be one of the "Jolly Gang!"
There will steal a soothing sense supreme As we linger 'neath the spell,—As steal sweet strains from Seraphic Song Far o'er the Ocean's swell Or like soft breezes whispering O'er the sun-kissed, mossy bank,—With sweet, poetic fancies rife If we but turn the crank!
