Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1833-06-20

The dove. cOtes OF the peaceful piOneers'
To let thy tribe commit such fierce. and utter
Slaughter among the folks of the frontiers.
Though thine be old hereditary hate,
Besot in wrongs. and nursed IN blood, until
Il had become madness, tits too late
10 crush the hordes ~ho have the power, ana
will
To rob thee Of thy hunting grounds, and foun-
tains,
And drive thee backward to the Rocky Noun.
tains.
Spite of tn. looks Of cold indifference,
There's much tbou'st seen that must excite thy
wonder.
Wakes moi upon thy quick and startled sense
The cannons harsh aud pealing voice Of thunder!
Our big canoes with white and wide spread wings,
That sweep the waters as birds sweep the sky
Our steam boats, with their iron lungs, like
things
OF breathing life, that dash anu hurry by!
Or if thou scorD'st the wonders OF the ocean,
What think'st thou OF cur railroad lucomotion!
rhou'st seen our museums, beheld the dunn
mics,
Tina, grin IN darkness IN their coffin Cases,
What think thou OF the art of making mum.
So that the worms shrink from their dry embra-
ces!
Thou's, seen the mimic tyrants of the stage
S,rutt,ns IN paint and feathers for an hour
rhou'st heard The beliowinss OF their tragic Rage,
Seen their eyes glisten aud their dark bro"s low
Anon. thou'st seen them with their wrath cool'd
down.
Pass in a moment from king to clown.
Thou seest these things unuioved, say'st so, old
felnws
Then tell me, have the white mans glowing
daughters
Set thy cold blood in motion?-llas't been mel.
low,
By slv cup or SO of our fire waters?
Tney are thy peoples Jeadlisst poison--they
First make them towards, and then, white mems
slaves,
And sIoth. and poverty. and PASSIONS prey,
Aud lives Of misery, and early graves.
For by their power, believe me not day goes,
Blu. Kills some Foxes, Sacs, and Winnebagoes.
Say, does thv wandering heart stray far awayf
To the deep bosom OF Thy forest home,
The hill side. where thy young papoooses play.
And ask amid their sports when thou wilt come!
Come not the waiIngs Of thy gentle squaws,
For their lost warrior loud upon thine ear,
Piercing athwsrt the thunder Of huzzas.
That, yelled at every corner, meet thee herpl
The wife who made that shell decked wamPum
belt.
Thy rugged heart must think of her and melt.
Chafes not thy heart as chafes the painting breast
Of the Gagged bird against his prison bars,
,hn naI nf
The victor of hundred forest wars,
Should'st in thy age become q raree show,
Led like walking bear about the town,
A new caught monster. who is all the 60,
And stared at gratis, by the gaping clownf
Bos not thy blood, while thus thou'rt led about,
Tbs sport aud mockery Of the rabble rout?
Whence came thy cold philosophy whence came,
Thou fearless, stern and accomplishing one,
The power that taught thee thus to veil the flame
OF thy fierce passions! Thou despsest Jun,
And thy proud spirit scOrns the white mems glee
Say thy fierce sport, when at the funeral pile,
OF bound warrior in bis agony.
VINO meets thy horrit laugh with DYING smile.
Thy face. 10 length, reminds one of Qaker's,.
Thy dances, too, are solemn as shakers.
ECOuO SCtOu u uUuic stcIHs NY t|Cc
Is bIanched. and bare, and 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 mould,
Rich. warm and deep, its fresh free balmy air
No second verdue quiekens in our cold
New barren earth, no life sustains it there.
But even through prostrate, 'tis noble thing,
Though crownIess, powerIess, "every inch
king"
Give Us thy hand, old nobleman of nature,
Proud leader of the forest aristocracy;
The best Of blood CLOVIS from thy every feature.
And thy CURED lip speaks scorn for our democ-
rscy,
Thou wearest thy titles on that god.like brow;
Let him who doubts them, meet thine Eagle eye;
He'll quail beneath its glance, and disavow
All qestion Of thy noble family;
Cor thou msy'st here become, With strict proprie.
t,
\ leader 10 our city good society.