A cry from an indian wife (Emily Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake) Poems)
My forest brave, my Red-skin love, farewell;We may not meet to-morrow; who can tellWhat mighty ills befall our little band,Or ...
My forest brave, my Red-skin love, farewell;We may not meet to-morrow; who can tellWhat mighty ills befall our little band,Or ...
1 Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm2 Bends back the brier that edges life's long way,3 That no hurt ...
Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded armBends back the brier that edges life's long way,That no hurt comes to heart, ...
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