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The White Man's Foot

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In his lodge beside a river,
Close beside a frozen river,
Sat an old man, sad and lonely.
White his hair was as a snow-drift;
Dull and low his fire was burning,
And the old man shook and trembled,
Folded in his Waubewyon,
In his tattered white-skin-wrapper,
Hearing nothing but the tempest
As it roared along the forest,

Seeing nothing but the snow-storm,
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M Asim Nehal 23 December 2015

Like the cloud-rack of a tempest, Like the withered leaves of Autumn!

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William Sherratt 28 March 2006

All nations have their prophets

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