THE CHIEFTAIN'S DAUGHTER.
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How day to day the pale-faced foes delayedTheir threat's fulfillment,—why, he could not tell,—And finally, relenting, bade him go.
Long years have passed. Beside that forest streamThe wigwam of the chieftain stands no more.The noble souls who in that wigwam dweltNow roam the islands of immortal bliss,Where truth's own fountains flow, and where the lightOf God's own presence makes eternal day.
