"And when your children's children think themselves alone ..."

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills. ~~Bliss Carman

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She sang a song, a song of home,
A song that reach'd my heart.
Home, home, sweet, sweet home.
She sang the song of "Home Sweet Home,"
The song that reach'd my heart. ~~Julian Jordan

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All American Indian poems are songs,
and an Indian was once asked
which came first, the words or the music.
"They came together," he replied. ~~Marie Gilchrist

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And when your children's children think themselves alone in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent, and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them and still love this beautiful land. You will never be alone. ~~ Chief Seattle

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