Belle Brandon

Belle Brandon.
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‘Neath a free by the margin of the woodland.
Whose spreading leafy boughs sweep the ground.
With a path loading thither o’er the prairie.
When silence hung her night garb around:
There often I have wandered in the evening.
When the sunrner winds have wandered on the which:
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There I saw the little beauty, Belle Brandon,
And we met ‘neath the old arbor tree;
There I saw the little beauty, Belle Brandon,
And we met ‘neath the old arbor tree

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There I saw the little beauty, Belle Brandon,
And we met ‘neath the old arbor tree:
There I saw the little beauty. Belle Brandon,
And we met ‘neath the old arbor tree.

Belle Brandon was a birdiing on the mountain,
In freedom she sported on her wing:
And they said the life current of the red man —
Tinged her veins from & far distant spring.
She loved her humble dwelling on the prairie,
And her guileless, happy heart clung to me;
And I loved the little beauty. Belle Brandon,
And we both loved the old arbor tree.
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On the trunk of the aged tree I carved them-
Our names on the sturdy form remain;
But I now repak in sorrow to its shelter.
And murmur to the wild wind my pain..
Oft I sit there in solitude repining
For the beauty dream that night brought to me.
Death has wed the little beauty; Belle Brandon,”
And she sleeps ‘neath the old arbor tree.
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