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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.
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.
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.
