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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
I'm sorry to leave Greenwood Mt. so fair
And the scenes I've so long dwelt amid,—
I know I have been an annoyance and care
Like a naughty refractory kid.
And the scenes I've so long dwelt amid,—
I know I have been an annoyance and care
Like a naughty refractory kid.
But vain are regrets.—So why let them tend
Toward the past?—Let ill memories flee!
Yet this will I say: Dr. Nichols—Kind friend
I thank you for your kindness to me.
And I hope the Good Father who rules over all
By an all-wise and infinite plan
May guide and bless you, what e're may befall—
And rich blessings send down to the San.
The San Poetess.
Toward the past?—Let ill memories flee!
Yet this will I say: Dr. Nichols—Kind friend
I thank you for your kindness to me.
And I hope the Good Father who rules over all
By an all-wise and infinite plan
May guide and bless you, what e're may befall—
And rich blessings send down to the San.
The San Poetess.
