Charles Mair Poems

There was a time on this fair continent
When all things throve in spacious peacefulness.
The prosperous forests unmolested stood,
For where the stalwart oak grew there it lived
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Here me, ye smokeless skies and grass-green earth,
Since by your sufferance still I breathe and live!
Through you fond Nature gave me birth,
And food and freedom–all she had to give.
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EIGHT years have fled since, in the wilderness,
I drew the rein to rest my comrade there-
My supple, clean-limbed pony of the plains.
He was a runner of pure Indian blood
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