<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116020" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Indian Pipes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE pipes of peace! Erect and white<br>In this dark, piney place where light<br> May enter seldom,—thus they grow<br> Up from the mold and mosses low,<br>Like ghostly shadows of the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This was the spot,—I know it well.<br>Here died the chief, so legends tell:<br> From out the shade a traitor dart<br> Sped to its mark in that brave heart;<br>I found an arrow where he fell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And deep below the moss and mold<br>They say his bones lie stark and cold;<br> Yet never dared men seek him here,—<br> It is so still, so dark, so drear,<br>The pines so lone, his grave so old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O pipes of peace, why do ye spring<br>From this red soil, from that dread Thing?<br> Could peace for his fierce ashes wait?<br> A life of war, a death of hate,—<br>What did that fateful arrow bring?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Happy Hunting Grounds is he<br>Atone with every enemy?<br> There doth he puff the peace-pipe slow?—<br>Methinks pale smoke-wreaths curl to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Abbie+Farwell+Brown">Abbie Farwell Brown</a> from <i>The New England Magazine / Volume 22, Issue 6</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116020" data-title="Indian Pipes de Abbie Farwell Brown" data-description="THE pipes of peace! Erect and white/In this dark, piney place where light/ May enter seldom,—thus they grow/ Up from the mold and mosses low,/Like ghostly shadows of the night./This was the spot,—I know it well./Here died the chief, so legends..."></div> </div> </div>

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