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THE FOREST TRIBES.
Stains it not the maple's flushing,
When sad autumn's step is nigh?
None are living to deplore them,
None survive their names to tell;
But the sad breeze murmuring, o'er theirs,
Seems to sigh, Farewell! farewell!
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