. The missions of California, with sketches of the lives of St. Francis and Junipero Serra . AN INDIAN LAMENT. The day is done. Across the plainThe evening shadows slowly creep;And twilight flings her violet robeTo lull the weary earth to sleep. The birds fly homeward to the nest,Crooning a lullaby to the day;Faint voices of the evening wakeAnd softly on my heart-strings play. As in a dream, I see once moreThe lordly chiefs in council hear again their voices chantOur legends old—by firelight lit. Their words of council—wisely given—Come echoing back oer barren ! The pledge was
. The missions of California, with sketches of the lives of St. Francis and Junipero Serra . AN INDIAN LAMENT. The day is done. Across the plainThe evening shadows slowly creep;And twilight flings her violet robeTo lull the weary earth to sleep. The birds fly homeward to the nest,Crooning a lullaby to the day;Faint voices of the evening wakeAnd softly on my heart-strings play. As in a dream, I see once moreThe lordly chiefs in council hear again their voices chantOur legends old—by firelight lit. Their words of council—wisely given—Come echoing back oer barren ! The pledge was unfulfilledAnd faith has given place to fears. The God-given lands are ours no more,Our people scattered far and wide;The fleet deer and the buffaloNo longer speed our chase beside. 174 THE MISSIONS OF CALIFORNIA An ancient race of natures menHas fallen to a low answering my protesting cry,The chill of evening wails, Too late. I fold my arms on the aching breast,I turn my face to the setting wait in patience the call to rest,Tis the Fathers will. The day is
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