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“ Even such as his may be my lot.
“ The Butterfly, all green and gold,
is chill with rain or dew, Beneath
shade the mother Ewe Lies with her infant Lamb; I see The love they to each other make, And the sweet joy, which they partake, It is a joy to me."
Her voice was blithe, her heart was light;
Two Ravens now began to croak
One night the Wind came from the North
OI A FORSAKEN
[When a Northern Indian, from sickness, is unable to continue his journey with his companions, he is left behind, covered over with Deer-skins; and is supplied with water, food, and fuel, if the situation of the place will afford it. He is informed of the track which his companions intend to pursue, and if he is unable to follow, or overtake them, he perishes alone in the Desert; unless he should have the good fortune to fall in with some other Tribes of Indians. The females are equally, or still more, exposed to the same fate. See that very interesting
work, Hearne's Journey from Hudson's Bay to the Northern Ocean. In the high Northern Latitudes, as the same writer informs us, when the Northern Lights vary their position in the air, they make a rustling and a crackling noise. This circumstance is alluded to in the first stanza of the following poem.]