Wayside pictures, hymns, and poems . CHANONCHET AND AXM was the waning hour : the dayOn the gieat hill-tops died away;The setting smis last golden gleamHad tinged the ripples of the stream;The fan- young moons chaste robewas thrown Oer tangled wilds and mountains lone ; The fox was peeping from his lair. The squirrel munched his evening fare ; The wolf had planned his midnight prowl; Astir was seen the ghostly owl, Staring from out his ivied den. To hoot within the haunted glen. A wigwam, by the blue lakes simple door was open moonhght shadow might be seen ;And, en

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Wayside pictures, hymns, and poems . CHANONCHET AND AXM was the waning hour : the dayOn the gieat hill-tops died away;The setting smis last golden gleamHad tinged the ripples of the stream;The fan- young moons chaste robewas thrown Oer tangled wilds and mountains lone ; The fox was peeping from his lair. The squirrel munched his evening fare ; The wolf had planned his midnight prowl; Astir was seen the ghostly owl, Staring from out his ivied den. To hoot within the haunted glen. A wigwam, by the blue lakes simple door was open moonhght shadow might be seen ;And, entering now, with placid mien,An Indian youth, with locks of his peaceful the hearth-stones flickering ray,Sat a bright girl, as sweet as May,Fair as the Mornings orient eye,In the blue landscape of the her he gave the pipe, and sheQuenched it in sweet pointed to the lakes calm face,Which winded round the mountains forth she walked beside him there,With dark blue eyes and flowing wondrous music

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