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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
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(Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.)
'Tis dreary now, a snowy shroud Lies white upon the ground;While fierce and wild the piercing blast With chilling notes resound.
No songs of birds—No crickets chirp, No busy hum of beesEre floats aloft.—The Wood-nymphs sleep Within the leafless trees.
All Nature's works now dormant lie 'Neath pure, white cover lid;The violets nestle snug and warm Prom harm securely hid.
List! Spring has sent her harbinger— And laden with garlands, she bringsPerfumes that are sweet as the breath of the dawn On the sheen of her beautiful wings.
