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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.
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.
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.
