My forest brave, my Red-skin love… We may not meet to-morrow; who can… What mighty ills befall our little… Or what you’ll suffer from the whi… Here is your knife! I thought ’tw…

I am Ojistoh, I am she, the wife Of him whose name breathes bravery… And courage to the tribe that call… I am Ojistoh, his white star, and… Is land, and lake, and sky—and sou…

The wild grape mantling the trail… Festoons in graceful veils its dra… Its tendrils cling, as clings the… By some evasive haunting tune, twi…

I may not go to-night to Bethlehe… Nor follow star-directed ways, nor… The paths wherein the shepherds wa… To Christ, and peace, and God’s g… I may not hear the Herald Angel’s…

A sweet high treble threads its si… Voice of the restless aspen, fine… It trills its pure soprano, light… Like the vibretto of a mandolin.

Love, was it yesternoon, or years… You took in yours my hands, And placed me close beside you on… Of Oriental lands? The truant hour came back at dawn…

When each white moon, her lantern… Comes out to join the star night-w… Across the grey-green sea, a ship… For me a letter, from the Motherl… Naught would I care to live in qu…

Out of the night and the north; Savage of breed and of bone, Shaggy and swift comes the yelping… Freighters of fur from the voicele… That sleeps in the Arctic zone.

Not of the seething cities with th… Their fetid airs, their reeking st… Not of the buried yesterdays, but… The glory and the gateway of the y… The Northern Lights dance down he…

From out the west, where darkling… The 'waking wind pipes soft its ri… From out the west, o’erhung with f… The wind preludes with sighs its r… Then blowing, singing, piping, lau…

October’s orchestra plays softly o… The northern forest with its thous… And Autumn, the conductor wields… The Golden-rod—The baton that he…

Elfin bell in azure dress, Chiming all day long, Ringing through the wilderness Dulcet notes of song. Daintiest of forest flowers

Time and its ally, Dark Disarmame… Have compassed me about, Have massed their armies, and on b… My forces put to rout; But though I fight alone, and fal…

There was a man-a Jew of kingly b… But of the people-poor and lowly b… Accused of blasphemy of God, He s… Before the Roman Pilate, while in… The multitude demanded it was fit

‘Yes, sir, it’s quite a story, tho… But such things happened often whe… And the trapper tilted back his ch… ‘I ain’t thought of it neither fer… Although it used to haunt me in th…