Lonely, open, vast and free,
The dark'ning desert lies;
The wind sweeps o'er it fiercely,
And the yellow sand flies.
The tortuous trail is hidden,
Ere the sand-storm has passed
With all its ...  [+]

For ages long, my people have been 
Dwellers in this land;
For ages viewed these mountains,
Loved these mesas and these sands,
That stretch afar and glisten,
Glimmering in the sun
As it lights ...  [+]

Hush thee and sleep, little one, 
The feathers on thy board sway to and fro; 
The shadows reach far downward in the water 
The great old owl is waking, day will go. 
 
Rest thee and fear not ...  [+]

Light o' the lodge, how I love thee,
Light o' the lodge, how I love thee,
Mianza, my wild-wood fawn!
To wait and to watch for thy passing.
On hill-top I linger at dawn.
Glimmer of morn, how ...  [+]