That tells of midnight onrush, hell-endowed,
And bleeding scalp of aged, mild and young.
Ah no! it is a note that's only blown,
Where kindness fills the heart, and every thrill
Is peace and love, while music's softer tone
Steals on the evening air, its simple aims to fill,
Waking the female ear to carols of the Pibbigwun.
THE CHIPPEWA GIRL.
They tell me, the men with a white-white face