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INDIANS by NANETTE NICHOLS COBB

First Line: HEAR THE BEATING OF THE TOM - TOM
Last Line: DEATH DOES NOT RESTRICT THEIR BOUNDS.
Subject(s): DEATH; NATIVE AMERICANS; DEAD, THE; INDIANS OF AMERICA; AMERICAN INDIANS; INDIANS OF SOUTH AMERICA;
Hear the beating of the tom-tom
On yon tip of Indian Hill;
Agonizingly this drumming
Speaks an Indian gravely ill.

Often that persistent pounding
Carries miles from Indian Knoll,
Like the pangs of guilty conscience
Haunt the weary human soul.

When the spirit of the red man
Leaves for "happy hunting grounds",
Horse and saddle rest beside him:
Death does not restrict their bounds.



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