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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408128" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song of the Red Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the palefaces came in their whitewing'd canoes,<br>Long ago, from the sun-rising sea<br>When they ask'd for a lodge, and we did not refuse<br>Happy then was the red man, and free.<br>He could then choose a spot for his wigwam to stand,<br>Where the forest was crowded with game;<br>For the blue-rolling lake and the ever smiling land<br>Were his own till the palefaces came<br>For the broad grassy plains and the forests deep and grand,<br>Were his own till the palefaces came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They came! they came! like the fierce prairie flame,<br>Sweeping on to the sun-setting shore:<br>Gazing now on its waves, but a handful of braves,<br>We shall join in the the chase nevermore<br>Till we camp on the plains where the Great Spirit reigns,<br>We shall join in the chase nevermore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We receiv'd them with gladness, as Sons of the Sky<br>We believ'd them of heavenly birth;<br>But alas! to our sorrow we found by and by,<br>That like us they were born of the earth.<br>By their false traders wrong'd, by their firewater craz'd,<br>There was no one our braves to restrain;<br>So the swift flew, and the tomahawk was raise'd<br>While we both mourn'd the blood of our slain;<br>So the smoke-wreath did cease from the calumet of peace,<br>While we both mourn'd the blood of our slain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the oaks, pines and cedars were fell'd to the ground,<br>'Twas a sight that with sorrow we saw;<br>For the game fled affrighted, and no food was found<br>For the old chief, the papoose and squaw.<br>Driven westward we came, but the paleface was here,<br>With his sharp axe and death-flashing gun;<br>And his great iron horse is rumbling in the rear<br>&quot;O, my brave men!&quot; your journey is done.<br>Like the beaver and elk like the buffalo and deer<br>&quot;O, my brave men!&quot; your journey is done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Clay+Work">Henry Clay Work</a><div class=q>
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When they ask'd for a lodge, and we did not refuse
Happy then was the red man, and free.
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