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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
TO MARY
Dear Mary: The sweet bells of Christmas
Are ringing out vibrant and true,—
As I list to their music in gladness
I am thinking of Danville and you.
Are ringing out vibrant and true,—
As I list to their music in gladness
I am thinking of Danville and you.
So Sister, I'm sending this picture—
You will see at the Ward at the right
A little X marked o'er the window,
Where a star peeps in at me at night.
You will see at the Ward at the right
A little X marked o'er the window,
Where a star peeps in at me at night.
You know where my cot is, you fancy—
Tho' your vision of me is not clear;
Yet you know on that cot I am lying—
You have Faith to believe I am here!
Tho' your vision of me is not clear;
Yet you know on that cot I am lying—
You have Faith to believe I am here!
Then now, as the sweet chimes are pealing
In accents so joyous and rare;
Look, in Faith, towards the window of Heaven
And believe that our Saviour is there!
In accents so joyous and rare;
Look, in Faith, towards the window of Heaven
And believe that our Saviour is there!
