The Middlebury people's press. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1841-1843, 1843-10-18
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MISCELLANEOUS.
For the Peoples Press.
THE LAST OF THE YEONINGS.

c, the beh tide where Niagara's thunder
s,oms on the air like the death-knell of Time,
I, nj. canoe-his shield cloven asundsr,
bsy the bold Cheitaiu in manhosd's proud prime.
Hi, ,pear was besplintered-his tomahawk broken
His bow Nas uastrung, and his arrows we're there
Hi. right ara vas raised, with blood all bespatered'
And clothed with gore, was his unbranded HART
Slowly he sang, Of III current unmnding
That with its white surge swept him swiftly along;
And calmly around him his wet blanket winding,
Upon the wild winds he poured out his last song.-
req, free as the flood that beneath him is roaring,
Frse, free as he drew his first infantie breath
Cn,aped as the eagle that DER him is soaring
Comes Nora Yeoming to meet thee, o Death!
Farewell, We green hills once the tall oaks were
hsldng
Their branches above you in verdure and bloom,
Your brow. from the whirlwind's wrath foldy defen-
ding
Now low lie your oaks, IKE your sons in the tomb.
Shade, Of the dead! round your dying chief rally
R-srnye brave ,pirits tint snslackled FELL
sri from each mst-wIeath that shadows the valley,
Al! walk with the Warrior through Deaths gloomy
dell!
The heel Of oppression, all hardened and CORY,
has pierced this proud heart, and the wound may not
clOse-
Alhieless and cold nay warriors, whose glory
Vas = for their friends and sure death their foes,
C-alover my spirit deaths murky mists gather
l.
we're,
Ire lpass to thy arms-O bright shade of my father!
Ia the bsrsting hear. sink meath the surge ofdespar
a see thee, my father! thy shadow is riding
Above the gray mssts of Niagara's flood;
All proudly kline gallant war. stced bestriding-
Thy hsli is all scslpiess--thy breast staised viii
boodi
isee ton my warrors-their light spears are glancing
Their rity rel plumss nod and in the wind
Their bold stseds their clouds arc eapng and pran
cling
They Lllow-my father-tby footsteps bchind!''
NOt thine the soul bowling when on thee the stranger
"-di. riret the chains forged in Liberty's name
lI',t gono true Hero-lrom the red-feld Of danger
l-y Fririt rolled of in the blaze of thy fame!
a.. slrisus thy boon,-on the battlefield fated,
l;i all thy brave tribe oil that chill bloody morn.
% h!en with scalps, g. with pale mems blood stated
So boldly on death, and laughed torture scorn!'
I'd, on thou proud tide and bear Nora Yeoming
as-y To his home-to the Red-man's long resi-
nc cash of tie ,pray-thy surge wildly flaming
1as Gained the dark tumult of grief in h breast,
:-e said-and the torrent high heaving and tossing,
17sdrcuied his barque in her surf-crested wave,
av the bright BOW of Promise the Cataract cross.
ing
Points cut 70 the Red-man the rest of the braEei
md e; when the midnigh; storm wildly is bowling
hen grim spirits hang the moons circling rim
hs' Ter the horizon fierce thunder gods proving
"',a ginning shafts battle the Caiaract's brim;
i's o"si iian hears through the spreading valley
e &c ei the warrior upon the loud gale
ae sees round tic Spirit Chief red shadows rally
d. F7cs on the tempest that sweeps DER the daIe
Ia lie ear Of the pale hears only the roaring
Re secs the bright bow Ger the Cataract's foam,
Or marks the white cloud as the Red Warriors home.
.rewel lone Yeou,iug,-the "pa'c face's' daughter
Eeeps erer thy fate, o thou nolAe aui brave!
u: - better thou slespest meath Nisgaras water
Than thy proud heart be crushed in the bonds of the
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