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AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
Ida's long brown lashes Hung over her eyes like silk,
As sitting down by the window She drank her basin of milk.
Suddenly a long dark shadow
Came in at the open door Shutting out'all the sunlight
Which fell across the floor.
As he stood in the open doorway The mother too well knew his will
Was to take her darling Ida To his wigwam over the hill.
He spoke with many a gesture.
The mother was almost wild, When she saw the aged Indian
Departing with her child.
He carried her to his wigwam That stood just over the hill
And there with the aged Indian Forever she did dwell.
She taught him to read the Bible, And pray to the God that is true;
He taught her to tie and weave baskets Of a gold and azure hue.