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THE CIRCLE
Yesterday a cave-man spoke,
This land is old, this land is old; Thus wail the voices in the smoke,
This land is old.
Yesterday a red man cried,
This la!nd is old, this land is old; I pass the haunts where cave-men died,
This land is old.
Yesterday a white man said,
This land is old, this land is old;
Behold this flinty arrow-head, This land is old.
Yesterday a good man sighed,
This land is old, this land is old;
My city's pride a grave doth hide, This land is old.
Yesterday a builder sang,
This land is old, this land is old; From narrow trails my wide streets sprang,
This land is old.
Yesterday a savage cried,
This land is old, this land is old; What paths are these, grass-dimmed and wide?
This land is old. |
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