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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
Kept merry time to the tuneful bells As over the snow we sped; And the soft and gentle zephyrs blew, And the moon its radiance shed.
The time flew by on rapid wings. As it does when on pleasure bent; And it was in the "wee small hours" Before we homeward went. Twas a beautiful, beautiful, evening, And the moon looked down so kind; The world seemed full of music And poetry combined.
