Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1833-06-25

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ADDRESS TO BLACK HAWK.
There's beauty ON tiy brow old chief tho high
And manly beauty OF the Roman mould,
And the keen flashing Of thy full dark eye,
Speaks of heart that years have not made cold;
Or passions sca,hed not by tho touch OF tinoi
Ambition, that survives the battle route.
Tho maa within thee, seotns to play the mimo
10 gaping crowds that compass thee about.
Thou walkost Nth thy warriors by thy side,
Wrapped in force haste, and high unconqucred PRIDE
Chief Of athousand warriors! dost you yet,
Nsnquishad and captive, dost thou deem that hero
The glowing dey-star of thy glory SGT
Dull night has closed upon thy bright caroers
Old iotcst lion, caught aud Gagged at last,
Dcsi pant to roam ssaiu thy native wilde
To soat upon tho iicblood flowing fast
or tly crushed victims; and to shay tho child,
20 dabbic IN the gore OF wives aud mothers
Aud kill, old Turk. thy harmless pale faced brothcs
For it was cruel, Black Hawk, thus to nutter
The dovc-co,es of the peaceful pioneers,
10 let thy tribe commit such fierce, and utter
Slaughter among the folks of the frontiers
Though thine DO old hereditary hate,
Bcgot in wrongs, ard nursed in blood, until
" had bccomo a madness tits too late
70 crush the hories who have tho powor, aud will
10 rob thee OF thy hunting grounds, and fountains,
And drive thee backward to the Rosky Mountains.
spo of thy looks of cold indifference,
There's much thoust that excite Thy wonder.
Wakes not upon thy quick und startled sense
0nrbg canoos with white and wide-s spread wings,
That sweep tho waters as birds sweep the sky -
O.I steamboats,, with thei, iron lungs, like things
or breathing life, that dash and hurry by
Or IL thou scorn'st the wonders of the ocean,
Thoust our museums, beheld the dummies
That grin IN darkness in their coffin
What thinkst thou of tho AIT of making mummiss,
60 that tho worms shrink from their dry embraces,
Ihoust seen tho mimic tyrants OF the stage
strutting in paint aud feathers for IN hour
Thou'st heard the bellowngs OF their ira gic rage
scen Their eyes gIsten and their dark brows lower.
Anon, thou'st thom with their cool'd down.,
Pass IN moment from a king TO clown.
Thou these things uunloyed say'st So old fellow?
Then toll mo, have the white mass glowing daughters
Set thy cold blood in motion Hast been mellow,
by n sly : of fire waters?
They are Thy peoples deadlios, poison--they
First make them towards and then, white mems slaves
And sloth aud poverty, and passions prey,
And lives of misery, and early graves,
For by their power, believe me, day goes;
But kills some Foxes, Sacs, aud Winnobagocs.
Say, does thy wandering heart stray far awayi
TO the deep bosom OF thy forest home,
The hill side, whore thy young pappooses play,
And ask nmid their sports when thou wilt comoa
Come not the walngs of thy gentle squaws,
For their lost warrior loud upon thino ear,
Piercing athwatt the thunder of huzzas,
That yelled at every corner meet thee heros
The vile who made that shell-dccked wampum belt,
Thy rugged heart must think of her and melt.
Chales not thy heart as chafes tho painting breast
or the Gagged bird against his prison bars,
That thou, the crowned warrior of the west,
The victor oil hundred forest wars,
Should'st IN thy age become a raree show,
Iod like walking bear about the town,
new caught monster, who is all the co.
And stared at gratis, by the gaping clown!
Boils not thy blood, whilo thus thou'rt lei about,
The sport and mockeIy OF tho Iobblc Tout?
Whence camc thy cold philosophy whence camc
Thou fearless, stern and accomplishing one,
Tho power that taught thoo thu. o veil the flame
or thy iierce passions, Thou despisest fun,
And thy proud spirit scorns the white mems glee
save thy fierce sport when at the funeral pile,
OF bound warrior in his agony,
Who meets thy horrid laugh with dying smile
Yhy face, in length, reminds one of QuakeI's,
Thy dances, too, are solemn as Shakers.
Proud scion of a noble stem thy tree
Is banched, and bare, scared and leahess now
I'll not insult its fallen majesty,
Or drive with careless hand, the ruthless plough
Over its roots. Torn from its parent mosld,
Rich, warm and deep, its free baimy air
No second vordure quickcns in our cold
New barren earth, no life sustains it there.
But even though PROSTATE, 'tis noble thing,
Though crownloss, powerlcss, "overy inch king"
Give us thy hand, old nobeman of nature,
Proud leader of the forest aristocTacy;
The best of blood glows from thy every feature,
End thy cured lip speaks for our domoc racy.
Thou woarest thy titles on that god-like brow;
Let him who doubts them, meet thino Eagle oye;
He'll quail beneath its glance, and disaYow
All question OF thy noble family;
For thou mayst bore become, with strict proprety,
a Lender IN city good society,"