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SONG OF THE CHIKKASAH WIDOW.
’T was the voice of my husband that came on thegale; His unappeased Spirit in anger complains ;
Rest, rest Ollanahta, be still !
The stake is made ready, the captives shall die;
To-morrow thy widow shall wield
The vengeance of anguish shall soon have its course,..
I will think, Ollanahta ! of thee,
Ollanahta, all day by thy war-pole I sat,
I gazed on the bow of thy strength
The scalps that we number'd in triumph were there,
What a leap has it given to my heart
When the black and blood-banner was spread to the
gale, When thrice thedeep voice of the war-drum was heard,
I remember thy terrible eyes
I remember the hope that shone over thy cheek
Like the ominous gleam of the cloud
He went, and ye came not to warn him in dreams,
And where was thy warning, O Bird,
Alas ! when thy brethren in conquest return'd;
And the pine-boughs of triumph before,
The war-hymn they pour'd, and thy voice was not
there! I call’d thee,,. alas, the white deer-skin was brought;
And thy grave was prepared in the tent
Ollanahta, all day by thy war-pole I sit, ..
To-morrow the victims shall die,
OLD CHIKKASAH TO HIS GRANDSON.
Now go to the battle, my Boy !
Dear child of my son,
There is hope in thy heart,
Thy Sire was a stripling like thee
2. He return'd, in the glory of conquest return'd;
Before him his trophies were borne, These scalps that have hung till the Sun and the Rain
Have rusted their raven locks.
The day of the warrior's reward ;
And all hearts were dancing in joy
To the sound of the victory-drum. The Heroes were met to receive their reward ; But distinguish'd among the young Heroes that day, The pride of his nation, thy Father was seen :
The swan-feathers hung from his neck,
His face like the rainbow was tinged,
The Elders approach'd, and they placed on his brow
The crown that his valour had won,
And the youth of the nation were told
The courage that rose in thine eye
His tomahawk red with rust;
Now sings as it cuts the wind;
Nor trouble our dreams in the night.
soul will be sad
What! and not one to heave the pious sigh?