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Traveller on thy journey toiling	A
By the swift Powow	B
With the summer sunshine falling	A
On thy heated brow	C
Listen while all else is still	D
To the brooklet from the hill	D
	-
Wild and sweet the flowers are blowing	A
By that streamlet's side	E
And a greener verdure showing	A
Where its waters glide	E
Down the hill slope murmuring on	F
Over root and mossy stone	G
	-
Where yon oak his broad arms flingeth	H
O'er the sloping hill	D
Beautiful and freshly springeth	H
That soft flowing rill	D
Through its dark roots wreathed and bare	I
Gushing up to sun and air	I
	-
Brighter waters sparkled never	J
In that magic well	K
Of whose gift of life forever	J
Ancient legends tell	K
In the lonely desert wasted	L
And by mortal lip untasted	L
	-
Waters which the proud Castilian	G
Sought with longing eyes	M
Underneath the bright pavilion	G
Of the Indian skies	M
Where his forest pathway lay	N
Through the blooms of Florida	L
	-
Years ago a lonely stranger	J
With the dusky brow	C
Of the outcast forest ranger	J
Crossed the swift Powow	B
And betook him to the rill	D
And the oak upon the hill	D
	-
O'er his face of moody sadness	O
For an instant shone	G
Something like a gleam of gladness	O
As he stooped him down	G
To the fountain's grassy side	L
And his eager thirst supplied	L
	-
With the oak its shadow throwing	A
O'er his mossy seat	L
And the cool sweet waters flowing	A
Softly at his feet	L
Closely by the fountain's rim	P
That lone Indian seated him	P
	-
Autumn's earliest frost had given	G
To the woods below	Q
Hues of beauty such as heaven	G
Lendeth to its bow	C
And the soft breeze from the west	L
Scarcely broke their dreamy rest	L
	-
Far behind was Ocean striving	A
With his chains of sand	L
Southward sunny glimpses giving	A
'Twixt the swells of land	L
Of its calm and silvery track	R
Rolled the tranquil Merrimac	R
	-
Over village wood and meadow	Q
Gazed that stranger man	G
Sadly till the twilight shadow	Q
Over all things ran	G
Save where spire and westward pane	G
Flashed the sunset back again	G
	-
Gazing thus upon the dwelling	A
Of his warrior sires	O
Where no lingering trace was telling	A
Of their wigwam fires	O
Who the gloomy thoughts might know	Q
Of that wandering child of woe	Q
	-
Naked lay in sunshine glowing	A
Hills that once had stood	L
Down their sides the shadows throwing	A
Of a mighty wood	L
Where the deer his covert kept	L
And the eagle's pinion swept	L
	-
Where the birch canoe had glided	L
Down the swift Powow	Q
Dark and gloomy bridges strided	L
Those clear waters now	C
And where once the beaver swam	S
Jarred the wheel and frowned the dam	S
	-
For the wood bird's merry singing	A
And the hunter's cheer	T
Iron clang and hammer's ringing	A
Smote upon his ear	U
And the thick and sullen smoke	V
From the blackened forges broke	V
	-
Could it be his fathers ever	J
Loved to linger here	U
These bare hills this conquered river	J
Could they hold them dear	T
With their native loveliness	O
Tamed and tortured into this	O
	-
Sadly as the shades of even	G
Gathered o'er the hill	D
While the western half of heaven	G
Blushed with sunset still	D
From the fountain's mossy seat	L
Turned the Indian's weary feet	L
	-
Year on year hath flown forever	J
But he came no more	W
To the hillside on the river	J
Where he came before	W
But the villager can tell	K
Of that strange man's visit well	K
	-
And the merry children laden	G
With their fruits or flowers	O
Roving boy and laughing maiden	G
In their school day hours	O
Love the simple tale to tell	K
Of the Indian and his well	K

John Greenleaf Whittier

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