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"While traveling this land from border to border and from sea to sea There have a few occasions to leave the beaten path and to find the place And quiet that's good for thought and just walking through a trackless forest Or exploring ruins of the earliest settlers or walking along a creekbed Hoping to find a relic such as a tomahawk an axe Or even an arrowhead left by a race of long since vanished Indians There's a great thrill and it's a wonderful feeling to find a flint arrowhead Over fields of new turned sod and in communion with my God I walked alone In a furrow bed I found an arrowhead chiseled from stone I don't know how long ago some redman drew his bow on its last fight Or did he drop it here afraid white men were near to attack at night I do know this one thing beyond all questioning it was made to kill And proof of a master trade is in this arrowhead he made fashioned with skill That I inherited this ground is denied by this stone I've found but when and by who Come join me in my tracks then let's stop and look back to the vale and through In love and peace we'll see the shadows and the trees and voices too But quietly slowly tread this home of the forgotten dead whose bones are dust I'm proud that their craftsmen's skill survives the ages still left in my trust "