MOCCASIN FLOWER. 



For lightly ever falls the tireless foot 



That s only shod with flowers ! 

 No lagging step outruns the happy days, 



Our tread is soft as rain ; 

 With careless joy we thread the woodland ways 



And reach her broad domain. 

 Thro sense of strength and beauty, free as air, 



We feel our savage kin, 

 And thus alone with conscious meaning wear 



The Indian s moccasin ! 



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