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What tall and tawny men were these,

As sombre, silent, as the trees

They moved among! and sad some way

With tempered sadness, ever they,

Yet not with sorrow born of fear,

The shadows of their destinies

They saw approaching year by year,

And murmured not.

. . . . .

They turned to death as to a sleep,

And died with eager hands held out

To reaching hands beyond the deep;

And died with choicest bow at hand,

And quiver full and arrow drawn

For use, when sweet to-morrow’s dawn

Should wake them in the Spirit Land.

Joaquin Miller.