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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
At length, when I attained manhood,
The crowning joy came to my life;
And never was husband more happy
Than I, with my sweet little wife.

And she loved me so fondly and truly,
It made all my toil seem like play;
I was working for her, and for baby—
Baby Charlie I call him alway.
Well, I got a snug home for my loved ones,
And a good sum of money to spare;
'Twould have been like the Garden of Eden
Had the Serpent not gained entrance there.

But I had a dear friend—Jim Daley,
The chum of my boyhood and youth;
And true, like a brother I loved him—
For I thought him the ideal of Truth.
At school we were always together.
E'er shared with each other our joy;
And only God knows how I loved him—
This handsome, and proud, winsome boy.

And I trusted him, friend, I trusted him
With all that was sacred and dear
To my heart, Yes, I trusted him fully—
Nor dreamed I could have aught to fear.