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 -SON-N ETS. 313 XIX. FAITH Tns Indian hunter, who, with shaft and bow. Thro' giant-forests bursts his devious way, Where tangled boughs forbid the orb of day, Or moon, or star, one guiding beam to throw, And the wild matted wilderness belOw Leaves not a vestige, where his footsteps stray, The friendly moss turns often to survey, Which towards the. north alone will freshly grow,* And pilots thUS his homeward course aright, True as the star, that trembles o'er the pole. So, wheu the Sun of Joy eludes the gaze, And Ho! is veil'd; the Moou of Sorrow' night, Faith, ever pointing to one changeless goal, ' Guides the lone Wanderer thro' life's darkling maze. �Tlsis afac

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