[The Old State of Maine][5]
[All Things Speak of God][7]
[Welcome to Summer][9]
[Ode to the Northern Lights][11]
[The Songs My Mother Sung][13]
[In Memory of Appey M. Merrill][15]
[God is Love and We shall Know][18]
[A Winter Outing][20]
[Home is Where the Heart Dwells][24]
[The Mystic River][26]
[Loved Ones Passed Away][28]
[Adventure of a Lover][30]
[As it Happened][32]
[The Captive Butterfly][34]
[What Would They Do?][36]
[Courageousness][39]
[Tales that were Told][42]
[Bravery][46]
[The Missing Link][48]
[He Got Left][50]
[The Jay and the Frog][53]
[The Cottage by the River][56]
[The Poet to the Artist][59]
[The Tramp’s Story][61]
[’Tis Easy to get Mistaken][65]
[Song of a Suffragette][68]
[Rural Delight][70]
[Look Up][72]
[The Burning of the Turner Mill][74]
[Carpe Diem][84]
[A Bachelor’s Comments on Women’s Rights][85]
[Wealth vs Virtue][88]
[Be Merciful][91]
[Sunshine on the Hill][93]
[Your Real Wealth][95]
[Changeable][97]
[Pleasure][99]
[Time Brings Changes][101]
[Mamma’s Story][103]
[Every Cloud Hath Silver Lining][106]
[Dennis O’Neil’s Dream][108]
[A Lesson Well Taught][110]
[Reminiscence][114]
[Humorous][116]
[Onward for Freedom and Right][118]
[A Mystery Explained][120]
[A Birthday Greeting][122]
[All’s Well That Endeth Well][123]
[A Tale from Mountain Grange][124]
[Song of the Grangers’][131]
[Uncle Joe’s Soliloquy][133]
[When Daddy Rocks the Kid][136]
[Stop Talkin’][138]
[A Yule-Tide Missive][140]
[The Hunter][143]
[The Poetry Machine][145]
[October][147]
[To Mary][148]
[The Winds do Blow][149]
[Farewell to the San][151]
[We Know Not Why][153]

To my Beloved Sister Appey
This little book is lovingly dedicated


The memory of her beautiful life, and of her deep and unchanging love for me,—together with the knowledge of the interest she felt in my writings, fills me with a longing to do that which I know would be pleasing to her.

For though the dear voice of her whom I so loved can no longer cheer and guide me on, yet in spirit I hear her gently whisper bidding me resume the work I had laid aside.

Thus from my writings I have selected a few poems which, though submitted with diffidence, I hope may be kindly received by my many friends; and accepted by them with such degree of generosity as will enable them to throw the mantle of charity over the many short-comings, and to see any good that may chance to exist.

And if from any of these poems there may perchance be found one little ray of sunshine—though it beams ever so faintly—that may radiate and give pleasure to even one appreciating heart, then surely I may feel that my labor will not have been wholly in vain.

Clara A. Merrill
The Author