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INDIAN SERANADE.--Awake! flower of the for
est-beautiful bird of the prairie.


Awake! awake! thou with the eyes of the fawn.
When you look at me am happy, like the flows
ers when they fee the dew.


The breath of thy mouth is as sweet as the
fragrance of flowers in the morning-sweet as
their fragrance at evening, in the moon of the
fading leaf.


Does not the blood Of my veins spring towards
thee, like the bubbling springs to the sun, in the
moon Of the bright nights! -Aprn.l


My heart sings to thee when thou art near,
like the dancing branches to the wind, in the
moon of strawberries! June.


When thou art not pleased, my beloved, my
heart is darkened, like the shining river when sha-
dows fall from above.


Thy smiles cause my troubled heart to he
frightened, as the makes to look like gold the
ripples which the cold wind has created


MYSELF behold me! blood of my beating heart.


The earth smiIes--the waters smile-the heav-
ems smile, but IL lose the way of smiling, when
thou art not here--awake! awake! my beloved.