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Thus, perchance, the Indian hunter, / Many a lagging year agone, / Gliding o'er thy rippling waters, / Lowly hummed a natural song.
Now the sun's behind the willows, / Now he gleams along the waves, / Faintly o'er the wearied billows / Come the spirits of the braves.