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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
Awfully solemn—
Awfully mute—
Sadly feels—
Beat by Lute!
Awfully mute—
Sadly feels—
Beat by Lute!
Walls of fame—
Got Lute's name on—
Poem complete—
Bradbury Damon.
Got Lute's name on—
Poem complete—
Bradbury Damon.
"By Gum! he's beaten us all!" they cried
Between their tight—shut teeth;
Then brushed away that pile of sand
And saw what lay beneath!
They cried "Let 's give three cheers for Lute!
Of him we have learned this day
If we can't succeed just as we wish
We'll do it as we may."
Between their tight—shut teeth;
Then brushed away that pile of sand
And saw what lay beneath!
They cried "Let 's give three cheers for Lute!
Of him we have learned this day
If we can't succeed just as we wish
We'll do it as we may."
Patrons, Friends:—
Should aught arise within this Grange
Which we don't understand;
Let's look beneath the surface then,
Let's clear away the sand.
Should aught arise within this Grange
Which we don't understand;
Let's look beneath the surface then,
Let's clear away the sand.
