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PART I	A
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On Susquehanna's side fair Wyoming	B
Although the wild flower on thy ruin'd wall	C
And roofless homes a sad remembrance bring	B
Of what thy gentle people did befall	C
Yet thou wert once the loveliest land of all	C
That see the Atlantic wave their morn restore	D
Sweet land may I thy lost delights recall	C
And paint thy Gertrude in her bowers of yore	D
Whose beauty was the love of Pennsylvania's shore	D
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Delightful Wyoming beneath thy skies	E
The happy shepherd swains had nought to do	F
But feed their flocks on green declivities	E
Or skim perchance thy lake with light canoe	F
From morn till evening's sweeter pastimes grew	F
With timbrel when beneath the forests brown	G
Thy lovely maidens would the dance renew	F
And aye those sunny mountains half way down	G
Would echo flageolet from some romantic town	G
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Then where of Indian hills the daylight takes	E
His leave how might you the flamingo see	E
Disporting like a meteor on the lakes	E
And playful squirrel on his nut grown tree	E
And every sound of life was full of glee	E
From merry mock bird's song or hum of men	H
While hearkening fearing naught their revelry	E
The wild deer arch'd his neck from glades and then	H
Unhunted sought his woods and wilderness again	H
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And scarce had Wyoming of war or crime	I
Heard but in transatlantic story rung	J
For here the exile met from every clime	I
And spoke in friendship every distant tongue	J
Men from the blood of warring Europe sprung	J
Were but divided by the running brook	K
And happy where no Rhenish trumpet sung	J
On plains no sieging mine's volcano shook	K
The blue eyed German changed his sword to pruning hook	K
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Nor far some Andalusian saraband	F
Would sound to many a native roundelay	E
But who is he that yet a dearer land	F
Remembers over hills and far away	L
Green Albin what though he no more survey	L
Thy ships at anchor on the quiet shore	D
Thy pelloch's rolling from the mountain bay	L
Thy lone sepulchral cairn upon the moor	M
And distant isles that hear the loud Corbrechtan roar	D
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Alas poor Caledonia's mountaineer	N
That wants stern edict e'er and feudal grief	O
Had forced him from a home he loved so dear	N
Yet found he here a home and glad relief	O
And plied the beverage from his own fair sheaf	O
That fired his Highland blood with mickle glee	E
And England sent her men of men the chief	O
Who taught those sires of empire yet to be	E
To plant the tree of life to plant fair Freedom's tree	E
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Here was not mingled in the city's pomp	P
Of life's extremes the grandeur and the gloom	I
Judgment awoke not here her dismal tromp	P
Nor seal'd in blood a fellow creature's doom	I
Nor mourn'd the captive in a living tomb	I
One venerable man beloved of all	E
Sufficed where innocence was yet in bloom	I
To sway the strife that seldom might befall	E
And Albert was their judge in patriarchal hall	E
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How reverend was the look serenely aged	F
He bore this gentle Pennsylvanian sire	Q
Where all but kindly fervors were assuaged	F
Undimm'd by weakness' shade or turbid ire	R
And though amidst the calm of thought entire	Q
Some high and haughty features might betray	L
A soul impetuous once 'twas earthly fire	Q
That fled composure's intellectual ray	L
As AEtna's fires grow dim before the rising day	L
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I boast no song in magic wonders rife	S
But yet oh Nature is there naught to prize	E
Familiar in thy bosom scenes of life	S
And dwells in day light truth's salubrious skies	E
No form with which the soul may sympathise	E
Young innocent on whose sweet forehead mild	F
The parted ringlet shone in simplest guise	E
An inmate in the home of Albert smiled	F
Or blest his noonday walk she was his only child	F
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The rose of England bloom'd on Gertrude's cheek	T
What though these shades had seen her birth her sire	Q
A Briton's independence taught to seek	T
Far western worlds and there his household fire	Q
The light of social love did long inspire	R
And many a halcyon day he lived to see	E
Unbroken but by one misfortune dire	R
When fate had reft his mutual heart but she	E
Was gone and Gertrude climb'd a widow'd father's knee	E
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A loved bequest and I may half impart	F
To them that feel the strong paternal tie	F
How like a new existence to his heart	F
That living flower uprose beneath his eye	F
Dear as she was from cherub infancy	E
From hours when she would round his garden play	L
To time when as the ripening years went by	F
Her lovely mind could culture well repay	L
And more engaging grew from pleasing day to day	L
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I may not paint those thousand infant charms	E
Unconscious fascination undesign'd	L
The orison repeated in his arms	E
For God to bless her sire and all mankind	L
The book the bosom on his knee reclined	L
Or how sweet fairy lore he heard her con	U
The playmate ere the teacher of her mind	L
All uncompanion'd else her heart had gone	V
Till now in Gertrude's eyes their ninth blue summer shone	W
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And summer was the tide and sweet the hour	Q
When sire and daughter saw with fleet descent	L
An Indian from his bark approach their bower	Q
Of buskin limb and swarthy lineament	L
The red wild feathers on his brow were blent	L
And bracelets bound the arm that help'd to light	L
A boy who seem'd as he beside him went	L
Of Christian vesture and complexion bright	L
Led by his dusky guide like morning brought by night	L
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Yet pensive seem'd the boy for one so young	J
The dimple from his polish'd cheek had fled	L
When leaning on his forest bow unstrung	J
Th' Oneyda warrior to the planter said	L
And laid his hand upon the stripling's head	L
Peace be to thee my words this belt approve	X
The paths of peace my steps have hither led	L
This little nursling take him to thy love	Y
And shield the bird unfledged since gone the parent dove	Y
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Christian I am the foeman of thy foe	Z
Our wampum league thy brethren did embrace	E
Upon the Michigan three moons ago	Z
We launch'd our pirogues for the bison chase	E
And with the Hurons planted for a space	E
With true and faithful hands the olive stalk	J
But snakes are in the bosoms of their race	E
And though they held with us a friendly talk	J
The hollow peace tree fell beneath their tomahawk	J
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It was encamping on the lake's far port	L
A cry of Areouski broke our sleep	A2
Where storm'd an ambush'd foe thy nation's fort	L
And rapid rapid whoops came o'er the deep	A2
But long thy country's war sign on the steep	A2
Appear'd through ghastly intervals of light	L
And deathfully their thunders seem'd to sweep	A2
Till utter darkness swallow'd up the sight	L
As if a shower of blood had quench'd the fiery fight	L
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It slept it rose again on high their tower	Q
Sprung upwards like a torch to light the skies	E
Then down again it rain'd an ember shower	Q
And louder lamentations heard we rise	E
As when the evil Manitou that dries	E
Th' Ohio woods consumes them in his ire	R
In vain the desolated panther flies	E
And howls amidst his wilderness of fire	Q
Alas too late we reach'd and smote those Hurons dire	R
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But as the fox beneath the nobler hound	L
So died their warriors by our battle brand	L
And from the tree we with her child unbound	L
A lonely mother of the Christian land	L
Her lord the captain of the British band	L
Amidst the slaughter of his soldiers lay	L
Scarce knew the widow our delivering hand	L
Upon her child she sobb'd and soon'd away	L
Or shriek'd unto the God to whom the Christians pray	L
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Our virgins fed her with their kindly bowls	E
Of fever balm and sweet sagamite	L
But she was journeying to the land of souls	E
And lifted up her dying head to pray	L
That we should bid an ancient friend convey	L
Her orphan to his home of England's shore	D
And take she said this token far away	L
To one that will remember us of yore	D
When he beholds the ring that Waldegrave's Julia wore	D
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And I the eagle of my tribe have rush'd	L
With this lorn dove A sage's self command	L
Had quell'd the tears from Albert's heart that gush'd	L
But yet his cheek his agitated hand	L
That shower'd upon the stranger of the land	L
No common	B2

Thomas Campbell

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