Nebraska palladium. [volume] (Bellevieu City, Neb.) 1854-1855, 1854-12-06
THE DYING SONG,
or TIKI LAST HEDMAN.


he,rd, Or seemed 10 hear, plaintive strain,
As once sat retired in some lone spot
And list'ning, thought ] heard voice complain,
But much OF what Il SAID is now forgot,
It seemed 10 he one mourningi hard his lot,
And from all lov'd on earth was far away
Oppressed at heart. with feeble steps he sought
Yon shady rock; beside il kneeled 10 pray,
Then rising mid his grief, thought, heard
him say:
"All desolate stand no friend no homei
No place Of rest, no shelter for my head,
Last OF the Redmen, DER the earth roam,
TIL rough foress--streams--by some strange
fancy led;
The clear blue heavens my tent, the earth
nv bed
Each day search one like myself tc find,
But cannot, for my kindred all are dead,
And 7, an orphan lone, am left behind,
Cheerless, and shelterless, the sport of ev'ry
wind.
"My eyes, with longing, seek 20 rest on one
Whose heart and blood are kindred to my own,
But those, Triumphant long, their race have run,
And in their turn but resped what they had
sowr;
Long, ere the Paleface was to manhood grown,
They were the monarehs of this Western world,
Bot now, they sleep in siIence--I alone
Still finger. Down TO death the rest were
hurled,
While o'er their graves float Free dom's fairest
flag unfurled.
"a hu. drsd winters rest upon nv head,
Now white as winters snow on Mono's brow,
A hundred summers from my sight have fed,
And left IT dim, and am ready now,
The last, and strongest OF my race TO bow
My head in pe1svo sadness to my fate
For no one comforts me, or tells me how,
Or where 10 find some fond congeuial mate;
All seem the pooE forsaken Indian still to HATE,
"onr fathers saw the Psiefaee when he had,
\ lonely exile, o'er the vast blue deep;
lie looked like one returning from the dead
Like one awakened from his long cold slceri
They pitied him, they told him not weep;
Their arrows caught for him the aeeting deer
Unknown, they nourished him, who now doth
sweep
The dark hrowed Indian from his home so dear,
TIL Ger his grave there's none to drop aiFsc-
tion's tear.
"Once as the stars in number, now we're few;
Disease hath wasted US, diseases brought
BY those whom fondy TO our hearts we drew
And through our kindness their disease,
eaughii
Now SD and lonely is the Redman's lot,
The pitied stranger pties not in turn,
Too dearly have we sad experience bought,
Since in their bosoms fereer passions burn,
Which make them from their hearts their fel
lOw-ersatures spurn.
"Their hands are many, and where'r they please
They lay thosr hands on stream and land
scape wide;
Call them their own Of right by firm de cree,
Giv'n to themselves the sainls--aud tears de
ride,
Shed by the lonely orphan BY his side;
But Times kind hand will wipe those tear
away
Ere long the last poor Indlan viii! have died
Some whsp'ring spirit seems, me thinks, to say
Why dost thou, lonely one, to come to us delay,
Thus has II ever been. BY Gozan's stream,
We hung our harps that gave harmonious
: sound,
Nor since that fatal day could the sweet theme
j We sung so Oft on Zlon's Hill, be found
Those songs have ceased, songs once so muc
renowned,
When lsraeps Chieftain led in holier strain,
AID listning multitudes were gathered roun
I, The victim, which, by Heavens apPolntmen
slain,
Foreshadowed One to come, who would not d
in VAN.
, "our eyes weredm with watching, but we say
( No Prince, like him who led our tribes OF
: old
d Who gave from sinal's Mount, that holy law
Which all our present missries roretoidi
/. One, who like him the future could unfold,
Whose voice we were 10 hear, whose word obey
So long we waited for him, but behold
He comes not TO redeem us, still we pray,
r Though far from Zion's Mount, we pass ou
: time away
> HBut it was just in Him to cas-, US of,
r Whose temple on Mount Zion we forsook,
Who's, holy ordinances We made scof.
T. And turned from what was written in HI
= Book
= Now on that sacred Roll we may not looki
/, IT'S lost, and for long years we could no. hnc
y It seems soma juds% mt dire hath natuT
D. shook,
Il While visions strange Oft pass b,fore the min
y y Hope glsam'i expires, and o, what sad wreS
4 behind.
II
sour prophets ell have died, our soors gone