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"Another day, Ah! me, a day
 * "Of dreary Sorrow is begun!

"And still I the temper'd ray,
 * "And still I hate the sickly Sun!

"Far from my Native Indian shore, "I hear our wretched race deplore; "I mark the smile of taunting Scorn, "And curse the hour, when I was born "I weep, but no one gently tries "To stop my tear, or check my sighs; "For, while my heart beats mournfully, Dear Indian home, I sigh for Thee!