<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117617" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Indian Camp</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stood amidst its solitude! where erst<br>The mighty of the desert dwelt, ere yet<br>The thunder-cloud of desolation burst<br>In darkness o'er them; ere their sun had set,<br>And pale-faced strangers from the ocean's strand,<br>Had look'd with evil eye across their fathers’ land.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, like the wild-deer of their own dark woods,<br>They trod with bounding steps its gloomy maze<br>Fearless and free; or stemm'd the rushing flood<br>In light canoe; and pausing but to raise<br>Their whoop of terror, rush'd to distant war,<br>With breast and brow still mark'd with many a former scar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Methinks I see them now, as evening came,<br>Returning homeward from the lengthen'd chase,<br>The haughty fierceness of their brows grown tame,<br>And round their necks fond childhood's soft embrace;<br>While lips of age their simple welcome spoke,<br>And silent smiles of love in gentle eyes awoke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But there was left no relic of them there,<br>Save that tradition told of one lone spot,<br>Where they had long been sepulchred; it bore<br>No stone, no monument, that they might not<br>Be all forgotten; but the forest bough,<br>In aged strength bent down above each mouldering brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gushing stream beside whose limpid waves<br>They oft had flung them when the chase was o'er,<br>Or paused amid its hurrying course to lave<br>Their thirsty lips, and heated brows, of yore,<br>Still rushes nigh them with its shining waves,<br>But pours them only round their silent graves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</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=117617" data-title="The Indian Camp de Elizabeth Margaret Chandler" data-description="I stood amidst its solitude! where erst/The mighty of the desert dwelt, ere yet/The thunder-cloud of desolation burst/In darkness o'er them; ere their sun had set,/And pale-faced strangers from the ocean's strand,/Had look'd with evil eye across t..."></div> </div> </div>

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