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INDIAN STORY AND SONG
The young men caught, the tune, and sang it as they wooed the maidens; and the old man smiled as' he heard them. "Yes, they are right/' he said. "It is a love-song."
He grew to be a very old man, an old man with a love-song, until it was only when the warm days came that he could slowly climb the hill at dawn, and, alone with the breezes and birds, greet the new day with his song, that both kept and revealed his secret, — the secret of a love, like the radiant bow, spanning the whole horizon of his life. At last a time came when his voice was no longer heard.
The tender cadences of his song, fraught with human hope and human feeling, still linger, and to-day awaken echoes across the barriers of time and race.