Uncollected Poems of James Russell Lowell | ||
XXII
Has conscience never whispered in our ear,The untutored Redman too has had a mother,
His brow is holy with a mother's tear—
Baptismal font more pure than any other—
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His wayward heart has yearned towards a brother—
Nay, more—perchance the pure, undying light
Of sister's love has made his wigwam bright?
Uncollected Poems of James Russell Lowell | ||