The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1839-05-21
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FROM THE MASSACHUSETTS SPY
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tIt is vain. said an Indian chief when lnPor-
tuned to remove beyond the Rocky Moun'"''' ~
he might be free from the rude aggressionS - NV
white man-tIt is in vain-neither me "'ou"'''
nor flood can stay the march OF inc PeoP'o ""o
bave usurped the the dominions OF the reu man
Tbev will follow, and prosecute, and destroy nm
Mil the shrek of the last of the Indian race shall
,ninqle with the of the Pacific
Tboy pointed far to the setting sun,
AS he sank in his splendor down.
And they vainly plead with the lingering one,
Till his brow angry frown.
40 bright is the land of the rising day,
Dark son of the lonely wood,
But brighter the land OF his closing ray,
And itteems with its treasured good.
"Wide-wide are the boundless hunting grounds,
When the rock-crowned hills are Ger,
And the tall trees wave-and the wild deer bounds,
And the pale face comes no more. ....-
Then haste thee, chief to that sunny shore;
Yes, haste with thy warriors there,
Where the white mans voice shall threat no more,
Nor claim of thy joys share.
But he drew his form to its noblest height,
That son oflhe dauntless Free
And his dark eye glanced with kindllng hsht,
And whitening agony;-
at is vain" he cried with laundering tone,
o shame to the white mans tace,--
"Tis vain retreat to those regions lone,
Woe, woe to the Indians race.
aye bound DER the rocks and the swelling streams
We leap over the mountains high,
We stride from the land of the suns young beams,
To the realm where they fade and die.
We will 90 no more where the sun declines,
We will die where our Kindred died.
We will guard their dust and their sacred shrnes,
Till we sleep by their moulderins side.
uyet fleeing span-and Fathers eye
Though he sinks TO his slumberng now,
Shall waken with woe in the eastern sky,
And a cloud on his mournfnl brow.
He will search from the morn to the saress night,
For the tribes of his children true,
He will vainly seek for the council light,
All! none shall its flames renew!
ssHo will call for the men of the sounding bow,
He will ask of the mountans-'where
He will light up the caves, and Will search then
But in vain shall he seek them there How
Then sound shall come to the mortal ear,
Like the shrek which the red man gave,
When he fled to the gulf like hunted deer,
And leaped to his roaring grave.
s"Tis voice that rings from the wertern main
Where our slaughtered remnant are
IT'S the cry of people spoiled and slain,
IT'S their deep Anathema
The pale men walk through the goodly land
Where our freeborn sires nursed,
And proud mid the rocks and the wild WOOD
Be the soil to the white man cursed! [stano
uIet the blade he rears for his chiidren's bread,
Be nipped in its greenest prime,
Let famine stalk with her direst tread,
IT'S her just destroying time
Let the hearts of his foes wax fercely bold,
And strength to their arms be given
Let his babes be slain his hearth-stone cold,
Or to hopeless bondage driven!
sAhi then let him think of the broken vow,
And the oath so falsely sworn,
Let it wiring his soul-let it brand his brow
Till his heart of its pride be shorn;-
And thonlet him think Of the red mans doom,
As lie feels the deadly thrust,
And down let him sink to nameless iomb,
Accused in the voiceless dust