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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
THE COTTAGE BY THE RIVER
(Lines on a very old house situated on the west shore of the Nezinscot river, and some distance from any other dwelling.)
On the bank of Old Nezinscot,
"Where the sparkling waters flow
Down this sea-ward course, as freely
As the roving winds that blow.
Stands a cottage by the river—
(Built upon the side-hill plan;—
Think it was a blacksmith built it
Else it was a crazy man!
"Where the sparkling waters flow
Down this sea-ward course, as freely
As the roving winds that blow.
Stands a cottage by the river—
(Built upon the side-hill plan;—
Think it was a blacksmith built it
Else it was a crazy man!
Must have been an awful ship wreck
Once, upon Nezinscot's waves;
When a score or more of sailors
Went down to their watery graves—
All except old Robinson Crusoe,
Guess he landed on a scow;
And this fact seems most emphatic
For man "Friday" lives there now!
Once, upon Nezinscot's waves;
When a score or more of sailors
Went down to their watery graves—
All except old Robinson Crusoe,
Guess he landed on a scow;
And this fact seems most emphatic
For man "Friday" lives there now!
Probably, from out the wreckage
They contrived to save their goods,—
Then, with jack-knife and a hatchet
Built this cottage in the woods—
They contrived to save their goods,—
Then, with jack-knife and a hatchet
Built this cottage in the woods—
