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INDIAN SOLILOQUY, by            
First Line: They cling to me, those ancient memories
Last Line: Great father guides me where I ought to go.
Subject(s): Native Americans - Genealogy & Heritage

They cling to me, those ancient memories
Of forest trails and camp-fires all ablaze;
The soothing sound of wild bird lullabies,
The silken rustle of the wind in maize
That hushed my youth to sleep so tenderly;
Those old ways cling and hold unconsciously --
I draw my blanket close, to dream and rest --
Great Father knows which way for me is best.

The night is past, the bright sun smilingly
Covers my picture dreams with golden dust;
My tasks loom large and grow increasingly
As white man's hand I clasp with love and trust
And down the trail we travel peacefully.
Though memories bind -- my goal a mystery,
And western sun full in my face, I know
Great Father guides me where I ought to go.

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