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poems.
Does stormy tempest rise or rave.
The roving bird's swift passing wing
Alone its shadow e'er doth fling,
And summer showers descend to bless,
And robe anew the wilderness.
But from this fair and smiling scene,
So lovely in its spring-time green,
The chieftain turn'd and sadly bade
Young Odo seek the distant shade.
The roving bird's swift passing wing
Alone its shadow e'er doth fling,
And summer showers descend to bless,
And robe anew the wilderness.
But from this fair and smiling scene,
So lovely in its spring-time green,
The chieftain turn'd and sadly bade
Young Odo seek the distant shade.
Where pines and cedars interwove
And form'd a deep and shadowy grove,
And dark rocks rose above the shore
Of a deep stream unseen before,
They quickly found a safe retreat
From wearying noise and noon-tide heat,
And, while they listen'd to the wave
That, roar'd within the mountain cave,
A cavern deep that open'd wide
To the dark stream and echoing tide,
The Indian pointed to a grave
Beside the melancholy wave,
And, deeply sighing, turn'd away,
But bidding Odo near it stray.
And form'd a deep and shadowy grove,
And dark rocks rose above the shore
Of a deep stream unseen before,
They quickly found a safe retreat
From wearying noise and noon-tide heat,
And, while they listen'd to the wave
That, roar'd within the mountain cave,
A cavern deep that open'd wide
To the dark stream and echoing tide,
The Indian pointed to a grave
Beside the melancholy wave,
And, deeply sighing, turn'd away,
But bidding Odo near it stray.
Where deepest shadows clad the wood
The Indian for a moment stood,
The Indian for a moment stood,
