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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
WHAT WOULD THEY DO?
'Tis true that the city is pleasant,
With its scenes ever varied and new;
But if it were not for the country
Oh, what would the city folks do?
Soon plenty would be superseded
By dearth with its train of distress;
The gaunt wolf would roam by the once happy home
Though riches untold you possess.
With its scenes ever varied and new;
But if it were not for the country
Oh, what would the city folks do?
Soon plenty would be superseded
By dearth with its train of distress;
The gaunt wolf would roam by the once happy home
Though riches untold you possess.
True, this may seem strangely in error,
But doubtless, if you will take heed
You'll find that the sources are rural
Of that which supplies every need.
You say there are great mills and factories
By whose process rich fabrics are made;
But pause for a moment and ponder
How the material first came into trade.
But doubtless, if you will take heed
You'll find that the sources are rural
Of that which supplies every need.
You say there are great mills and factories
By whose process rich fabrics are made;
But pause for a moment and ponder
How the material first came into trade.
Of Fashion's apparel so dainty,
Of which our great stores are so full;
Whence comes that from which they were made—
The cotton, the silk and the wool?
Of which our great stores are so full;
Whence comes that from which they were made—
The cotton, the silk and the wool?
