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POEMS.
For ages, on the silent forests here,
Thy beams did fall before the red man came
To dwell beneath them in the shade the deer
Fed, and feared not the arrow's deadly aim.
Nor tree was felled, in all that world of woods,
Save by the beaver's tooth, or winds, or rush of floods.
Thy beams did fall before the red man came
To dwell beneath them in the shade the deer
Fed, and feared not the arrow's deadly aim.
Nor tree was felled, in all that world of woods,
Save by the beaver's tooth, or winds, or rush of floods.
