<p class="tit-song">BY MARKENTURA'S FLOWERY MARGE <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page224" name="page224"></SPAN>(p. 224)</span></p>
<p>By Markentura's flowery marge the Red Chief's wigwam stood,<br/>
Before the white man's rifle rang, loud echoing through the wood;<br/>
The tommy-hawk and scalping knife together lay at rest,<br/>
And peace was in the forest shade and in the red man's breast.</p>
<p class="add1em">Oh, the Spotted Fawn, oh, the Spotted Fawn,<br/>
The life and light of the forest shade,—<br/>
The Red Chief's child is gone!</p>
<p>By Markentura's flowery marge the Spotted Fawn had birth<br/>
And grew as fair an Indian maid as ever graced the earth.<br/>
She was the Red Chief's only child and sought by many a brave,<br/>
But to the gallant young White Cloud her plighted troth she gave.</p>
<p>By Markentura's flowery marge the bridal song arose,<br/>
Nor dreamed they in that festive night of near approaching woes;<br/>
But <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page225" name="page225"></SPAN>(p. 225)</span> through the forest stealthily the white man came in wrath.<br/>
And fiery darts before them spread, and death was in their path.</p>
<p>By Markentura's flowery marge next morn no strife was seen,<br/>
But a wail went up, for the young Fawn's blood and White Cloud's dyed the green.<br/>
A burial in their own rude way the Indians gave them there,<br/>
And a low sweet requiem the brook sang and the air.</p>
<p class="add1em">Oh, the Spotted Fawn, oh, the Spotted Fawn,<br/>
The life and light of the forest shade,—<br/>
The Red Chief's child is gone!</p>
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