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miscellaneous poems.
Just where the last shade parted
When the sun had sunk to sleep,
A torrent wildly darted
From a high and rocky steep.
When the sun had sunk to sleep,
A torrent wildly darted
From a high and rocky steep.
Around, in ambush crouching,
Were hid an Indian foe,
With their deadly hatchets gleaming
'Neath the furze and brushwood low;
Like the lurking panther stealing
O'er the forest to its prey,
Well hidden by the cedar,
The treacherous Indians lay.
Were hid an Indian foe,
With their deadly hatchets gleaming
'Neath the furze and brushwood low;
Like the lurking panther stealing
O'er the forest to its prey,
Well hidden by the cedar,
The treacherous Indians lay.
What sound hath broke the silence
Of this wild and savage lair?
The merry notes of drum and fife,
With banners floating fair.
And martial steps all treading
The steep and rugged way;
Their bayonets glitter brightly
In the moonbeams glancing ray.
Of this wild and savage lair?
The merry notes of drum and fife,
With banners floating fair.
And martial steps all treading
The steep and rugged way;
Their bayonets glitter brightly
In the moonbeams glancing ray.
