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And those are in a sad mistake
Who seek the warrior's fame.
Oh, may I guard my heart
From every evil thing,
From thoughts of anger and revenge,
Whence wars and fightings spring.
And may the plants of peace
Grow up serene and fair,
And mark me for a child of heaven,
That I may enter there.
Difference of Color.
God gave to Afric's sons
A brow of sable dye,
And spread the country of their birth
Beneath a burning sky,
And with a cheek of olive, made
The little Hindoo child,
And darkly stain'd the forest-tribes
That roam our western wild.
