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POEMS
CONTENTS
To my Beloved Sister Appey This little book is lovingly dedicated
The Old State of Maine
ALL THINGS SPEAK OF GOD
WELCOME TO SUMMER
ODE TO THE NORTHERN LIGHTS
THE SONGS MY MOTHER SUNG (Dear Mother)
IN MEMORY OF APPEY M. MERRILL Who Died Nov. 20th, 1903
GOD IS LOVE AND WE SHALL KNOW
A WINTER OUTING
HOME IS WHERE THE HEART DWELLS
THE MYSTIC RIVER
LOVED ONES PASSED AWAY
ADVENTURE OF A LOVER
AS IT HAPPENED
THE CAPTIVE BUTTERFLY (A true tale)
WHAT WOULD THEY DO?
COURAGEOUSNESS
TALES THAT WERE TOLD
BRAVERY
THE MISSING LINK
HE GOT LEFT
THE JAY AND THE FROG
Moral
THE COTTAGE BY THE RIVER (Lines on a very old house situated on the west shore of the Nezinscot river, and some distance from any other dwelling.)
THE POET TO THE ARTIST (To E. A. M.)
THE TRAMP’S STORY
’TIS EASY TO GET MISTAKEN
SONG OF A SUFFRAGETTE With apologies to A. P. S.
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
RURAL DELIGHT
LOOK UP (Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.)
THE BURNING OF THE TURNER MILL
CARPE DIEM
A BACHELOR’S COMMENTS ON WOMEN’S RIGHTS
WEALTH vs VIRTUE
BE MERCIFUL
SUNSHINE ON THE HILL
YOUR REAL WEALTH
CHANGEABLE
PLEASURE
TIME BRINGS CHANGES
MAMMA’S STORY
EVERY CLOUD HATH SILVER LINING (In response to “Pennies In The Box” by R. F. D. carrier No. 1, Buckfield.)
DENNIS O’NEIL’S DREAM
A LESSON WELL TAUGHT
REMINISCENCE
HUMOROUS
ONWARD FOR FREEDOM AND RIGHT (Written at the time of the Spanish-American War.)
A MYSTERY EXPLAINED
A BIRTHDAY GREETING
ALL’S WELL THAT ENDETH WELL
A TALE FROM MOUNTAIN GRANGE [This poem was written for, and read at the first meeting held after the completion of the new grange hall at North Buckfield, Nov. 1st, 1904. The poem was founded on facts, but in order to be more amusing for the occasion the incidents were, of course, somewhat exaggerated by the author, who was also a member of Mountain Grange.]
SONG OF THE GRANGERS’ (Written for Mountain Grange)
UNCLE JOE’S SOLILOQUY
WHEN DADDY ROCKS THE KID
STOP TALKIN’
A YULE-TIDE MISSIVE To my dear friend:—E. L. F.
THE HUNTER
THE POETRY MACHINE
OCTOBER
TO MARY
THE WINDS DO BLOW
FAREWELL TO THE SAN
WE KNOW NOT WHY
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