<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538623" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song Of The American Indian</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stranger, stay, nor wish to climb<br>The heights of yonder hills sublime;<br>For there strange shapes and spirits dwell,<br>That oft the murmuring thunders swell,<br>Of power from the impending steep<br>To hurl thee headlong to the deep;<br>But secure with us abide,<br>By the winding river's side;<br>Our gladsome toil, our pleasures share,<br>And think not of a world of care. <br>The lonely cayman, where he feeds<br>Among the green high-bending reeds,<br>Shall yield thee pastime; thy keen dart<br>Through his bright scales shall pierce his heart.<br>Home returning from our toils,<br>Thou shalt bear the tiger's spoils;<br>And we will sing our loudest strain<br>O'er the forest-tyrant slain!<br>Sometimes thou shalt pause to hear<br>The beauteous cardinal sing clear; <br>Where hoary oaks, by time decayed,<br>Nod in the deep wood's pathless glade;<br>And the sun, with bursting ray,<br>Quivers on the branches gray.<br>By the river's craggy banks,<br>O'erhung with stately cypress-ranks,<br>Where the bush-bee hums his song,<br>Thy trim canoe shall glance along.<br>To-night at least, in this retreat,<br>Stranger! rest thy wandering feet; <br>To-morrow, with unerring bow,<br>To the deep thickets fearless we will go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Lisle+Bowles">William Lisle Bowles</a><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=538623" data-title="Song Of The American Indian de William Lisle Bowles" data-description="Stranger, stay, nor wish to climb The heights of yonder hills sublime; For there strange shapes and spirits dwell, That oft the murmuring thunders swell, Of power from the impending steep To hurl thee headlong to the deep; But secure with us abide..."></div> </div> </div>

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