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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
At last came the sorrowful tidings
Of a ship going down in a gale,—
Their names, on the list of the lost ones!
And this is the end of the tale.
Of a ship going down in a gale,—
Their names, on the list of the lost ones!
And this is the end of the tale.
From my great sorrow then I sought refuge,
And I drifted from east to the west;
In my young days I worked hard and steady.
In every place doing my best.
But now there's no work,—I 'm heart broken—
Alone, in the cold and the damp,—
To my poor heart it seems—save in Heaven
There's no room for the poor, aged tramp.
And I drifted from east to the west;
In my young days I worked hard and steady.
In every place doing my best.
But now there's no work,—I 'm heart broken—
Alone, in the cold and the damp,—
To my poor heart it seems—save in Heaven
There's no room for the poor, aged tramp.
