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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
Long had it remained forgotten,— Yet fond memory quickly sprung As I view'd the dear old relic— To the songs my mother sung.
Oft I've roamed in distant places, I have traveled far and wide; And I know the hours most care-free Were those spent by mother's side. While the bell of Time is tolling With its harsh unfeeling tongue; In my memory I shall cherish All the songs my mother sung.
