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ESQUIMAUX SONG.
With thee I chased the bounding deer,
As it fled along the snow;
Over plains of ice, though dark and drear,
'Twas pleasant with thee to go.
With thee, in our fleeting summer days
I've wandered for many an hour,
When the wild bee in the sunny rays
Was glitt'ring on every flower.
As it fled along the snow;
Over plains of ice, though dark and drear,
'Twas pleasant with thee to go.
With thee, in our fleeting summer days
I've wandered for many an hour,
When the wild bee in the sunny rays
Was glitt'ring on every flower.
How often I've sail'd in thy light canoe
That every storm could brave;
And thy spear has struck the finny foe,
The king of the icy wave.
What arrow can match thy arrow's flight,
Or ever its course pursue?
What eye like thine is so soft and bright?
What bosom is half so true?
That every storm could brave;
And thy spear has struck the finny foe,
The king of the icy wave.
What arrow can match thy arrow's flight,
Or ever its course pursue?
What eye like thine is so soft and bright?
What bosom is half so true?
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