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MEDICINE SONG OF AN INDIAN LOVER by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "WHO, MAIDEN, MAKES THIS RIVER FLOW?"
Last Line: "YET I HAVE A CHARM THAT CAN MAKE THEE, DEAR, / STEAL OVER THE WAVE TO THY LOVER HERE"

I.
Who, maiden, makes this river flow?
The Spirit -- he makes its ripples glow --
But I have a charm that can make thee, dear,
Steal o'er the wave to thy lover here.

II.
Who, maiden, makes this river flow?
The Spirit -- he makes its ripples glow --
Yet every blush that my love would hide,
Is mirror'd for me in the tell-tale tide.

III.
And though thou shouldst sleep on the farthest isle,
Round which these dimpling waters smile --
Yet I have a charm that can make thee, dear,
Steal over the wave to thy lover here.




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