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Title: The poetical works of Edwin Oscar Gale
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Gale, Edwin Oscar, 1832-1916
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Publisher: Chicago : Press of Marshall-Jackson Company
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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o the far av^ay ocean high fame.Gently fanned by the balsamic larches, Which intoned to the murmuring waves,Stood the wigwams and comely bark lodges Of the knightly old warrior and braves.Right across from their favorite quarter Curving woods from the opposite shoreThrew an emerald wreath on the water. Well concealing its crystalline floor.Not a hunter dared pass through its portals. Or dared gaze on its hallowed retreat.Not a brave, though the boldest of mortals Dared to press it with moccasined feet.Here assembled the woods dusky daughters. When oppressed by the heat of the day.Unobserved gaily splashed in its waters. Modern Naiads in innocent play. Fair Wau Bun,* brave Matawbas hearts treasure. Many summers had headed the troupe,Where, intent upon purest of pleasure They assembled, a sylphian group.But, alas, for her musical laughter: The sweet trill of its cadences fledAs the hush of the lullabies, after The cradle-rocked darling is dead. »\Vau Bun signifies Dawn, early morn. 28B
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In the land of the warlike Ojibwa,In the land of glen, forest and grove. There were shrines in our primal woods standing, Through the length and the breadth of our land;That arose at the Fathers commanding, Lofty temples where cities now stand.There the grapevines, their censers, were swinging. Their sweet incense perfuming the air,Feathered choirs His praises were singing. Bent the goldenrods lowly in prayer.There were priests most devoutedly kneeling In cathedrals God loveth to make,Raising voices with souls thrilled with feeling Unto Him for the savages sake.But the masses stood leering and staring. With the braves scoffing pleadings and tears,Leaving those who for death were preparing To alone be persuaded by fears. Young La Clerc, daring woe and disaster, Toiled alone in this wild, sylvan landTo establish the cross of his Master In the hearts and rude homes of the band.Ever saint-like in speech and behavior, Unaware, he himself at length wonWhat he labored to gain for his Saviorâ

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