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

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.

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