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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
The fruit, pies, and cake, we all welcome
With faces so happy and bright.
There's naught like the rich, amber coffee
Great fervor and zest to impart—
While the savory baked beans arid brown bread
E'er touch a deep chord in the heart—
Goin't the Grange?
With faces so happy and bright.
There's naught like the rich, amber coffee
Great fervor and zest to impart—
While the savory baked beans arid brown bread
E'er touch a deep chord in the heart—
Goin't the Grange?
Grange!——— name so laden with beauty
I hail with the greatest of glee;
I love it, our dear banded Order—
And ever a Granger I'll be!
Oft I long as the season approaches
The time for a "meeting" again
To hear from the tumult of voices
Re-echo this gladsome refrain:—
Goin't the Grange?
I hail with the greatest of glee;
I love it, our dear banded Order—
And ever a Granger I'll be!
Oft I long as the season approaches
The time for a "meeting" again
To hear from the tumult of voices
Re-echo this gladsome refrain:—
Goin't the Grange?
And may the bright Star of! the Heavens
Ever guard and guide us aright—
May we all many times be permitted
To meet here in ardent delight.
May we ever be true to our Master—
Prove faithful and honest in all;
And be ready to answer the summons
When the One great Master shall call
To a higher and nobler Grange.
Ever guard and guide us aright—
May we all many times be permitted
To meet here in ardent delight.
May we ever be true to our Master—
Prove faithful and honest in all;
And be ready to answer the summons
When the One great Master shall call
To a higher and nobler Grange.
