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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Stranger In Louisiana</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We saw thee, O stranger, and wept!<br>We look'd for the youth of the sunny glance,<br>Whose step was the fleetest in chase or dance!<br>The light of his eye was a joy to see,<br>The path of his arrows a storm to flee!<br>But there came a voice from a distant shore:<br>He was call'd-he is found 'midst his tribe no more!<br>He is not in his place when the night-fires burn,<br>But we look for him still-he will yet return!<br>-His brother sat with a drooping brow<br>In the gloom of the shadowing cypress bough,<br>We rous'd him-we bade him no longer pine,<br>For we heard a step-but the step was thine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We saw thee, O stranger, and wept!<br>We look'd for the maid of the mournful song,<br>Mournful, though sweet-she hath left us long!<br>We told her the youth of her love was gone,<br>And she went forth to seek him-she pass'd alone;<br>We hear not her voice when the woods are still,<br>From the bower where it sang, like a silvery rill.<br>The joy of her sire with her smile is fled,<br>The winter is white on his lonely head,<br>He hath none by his side when the wilds we track,<br>He hath none when we rest-yet she comes not back!<br>We look'd for her eye on the feast to shine,<br>For her breezy step-but the step was thine!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391652" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">We saw thee, O stranger, and wept!<br>We look'd for the chief who hath left the spear<br>And the bow of his battles forgotten here!<br>We look'd for the hunter, whose bride's lament<br>On the wind of the forest at eve is sent:<br>We look'd for the first-born, whose mother's cry<br>Sounds wild and shrill through the midnight sky!<br>-Where are they?-thou 'rt seeking some distant coast-<br>Oh, ask of them, stranger!-send back the lost!<br>Tell them we mourn by the dark blue streams,<br>Tell them our lives but of them are dreams!<br>Tell, how we sat in the gloom to pine,<br>And to watch for a step-but the step was thine!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Felicia+Dorothea+Hemans">Felicia Dorothea Hemans</a></strong></div>

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