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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
Sad the way seems now, and lonely, As we journey day by day Paths through which she wandered, only Scattering brightness o'er the way.
Memory points with beckoning finger Through the mists of long ago To her songs, which sweetly linger In the hush of twilight's glow—Points to words of comfort, spoken By those lips so good and true—Tells of her love, so true, unbroken, And we weep in grief anew.
For the gentle hands lie folded, And the pure heart now is still; And the brow, in beauty molded By the Hand of Death, so chill Is now at rest.—Yet visions brightly Through the misty haze will bring A joy, like whispered promise, lightly Wafted as on Zephyr's wing.
