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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
LOVED ONES PASSED AWAY
Within our home so cheerful
Where all is warm and bright;
Sometimes our hearts grow tearful,
And to darkness turns the light.
We see not the joys that surround us—
We heed not our friends bright and gay;
For memories come crowding around us
Of loved ones passed away.
Where all is warm and bright;
Sometimes our hearts grow tearful,
And to darkness turns the light.
We see not the joys that surround us—
We heed not our friends bright and gay;
For memories come crowding around us
Of loved ones passed away.
Without, the old home is the same,
Yet within, there is a change;
And feelings which we cannot name
Steal o'er us, sad and strange.
We see the dear forms of long ago,
Illume the twilight gray,—
Yet the darksome silence whispers low
Of loved ones passed away.
Yet within, there is a change;
And feelings which we cannot name
Steal o'er us, sad and strange.
We see the dear forms of long ago,
Illume the twilight gray,—
Yet the darksome silence whispers low
Of loved ones passed away.
We see them as we did of yore
In the dear old days long past;
Ere they were called to the other shore,—
But those fancies cannot last.
In the dear old days long past;
Ere they were called to the other shore,—
But those fancies cannot last.
