AN INDIAN BALLAD.
BY MRS. MARY EASTMAN.
"Take me away," said one they called the "Drooping Eye,"
"Bear me where stoops the deer to drink at eve."
She would behold the clouds of heaven float gently by,
And hear the birds' sweet song ere earth to leave.
Close is the wigwam,—oh! give her light and air;
Say, can her spirit wing itself for flight,