Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1858-05-26
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For the Edgefeld Advertiser.
THE LAST VISIT

Twas eve, and DER the western nils,
The sun had cast his latest ray;
The calm, and hush of that still hour
Told plainly of departing day.
The mu1mur of the evening breeze,
Moaned plaintively DER land and lea,
The flower had closed its tender leaves
flushed was the wild birds minstrelsy.
Upon an oak trees broken trunk
Reclined q maiden and her sire
Her eyes beamed with the hopes Of youth,
His only showed departed fire.
Nature seemed joining in their grief,
For withered leaves bestrew'd d the ground
The grasshopper had hushed his song
And melancholy reigned around.
And here, and there, were mounds of earth,
Without stone-without name;
And yet beneath them slept the brave,
Unchronicled their deeds of fame.
While DER their graves walked night and day
Pale strangers from far distant lands;
The hunting grounds they loved so we'll
Had passed away to other hands
Yes! here the red men slumbered well,
Their war song stilled-ther war-whoor
hushed;
And by their graves unconsciously,
A rivers mighty waters rushed.
And he, the last of that proud race,
Sat by those lonely mounds, and wept-
If Indian cheftain ever weeps-
For there his rude forefathers slept.
The dark.eyed maiden at his side!
Her heart is crushed with untold woe;
For there he makes the vow anew,
She le'er shall wed his warrior-foe.
All! well may sighs escape her breast,
And we'll may shadows veil her face;
For he, to whom her heart is given,
Has e'er been foe to all her race.
All! tell me why sweet blossoms fade,
And tell me, Poet, why does Love,
Unto to the heart that takes it in
A bane as well as blessing prove?
Tell me why skies so soon grow dark;
And tell me why tits woman's lot,
To treasure up sweet hopes in vain,
And love alas achere she should not.
That Indian maid so young in years,
How dark and mournfm seemed her late ;
For she had learned to love foo weH
The object Of her fathers hate.
Well may her dusky check grow pale,
And shadows steal athwart her brow;
As in this dark and solemn place
She hears once more that bitter VOW.
One other heard-a dark-browcd chief
With form as stately as the pine
Close to these watchers he had crept,
Half hidden by a clustering vine.
His eyes with deeper malice cleaned,
More savage grew his burning hate
And low he muttered-"Die no must,
He,stands between me and my fate"
Then stealthily he crept away,
And reached again his light canoe
Still planning DER his deep, dark scheme,
As gliding down the waters blue.
And while the boat with rapid strokes
Was flying DER the purple waves,
The unconscious victim and the maid
Still fingered by those lonely graves.
One day the old mar came alone,
To where his brother warriors rest
Above his head the bright steel shone,
And then twas buried in his breast!
No quirer told his dying gasp,
He covered ocr his face with pride
No shrek betrayed the pain he felt,
Warrior he lived, and warrior died
Alas sou need not words to tell
What treachcrous hand had dealt the blow,
Tho one, that maiden loved too ,ueH,
Had laid the mighty chieftain low.
Too week my verse TO tell what men
Inspired by love, and hate, can do
For from that scene of blood, and death,
The savage heart goes forth to WOO,
And while her check is pale with grief,
And while she breathes tAo orphans vail,
She turns an all too willing ear
To list The oft repeated tale.
The maiden listens, and believes,
To her he seems all true and good;
She knows not that the hand she clasps
Is stained with her dead fathers blood
Sho knows motor her trusting love
Would quickly turn 10 bitter scorn;-
At what price her hand is bought
And trustingly she loves him OH.
Too soon those gentle, downcast eyes
Beam once again with wanted fire
The bride will nerer kaow that she
Had wed the murderer of her sire!
And he where sleeps that warrior brave!
Some kindly hand has formed grave
Deep in the unfrequented wood
Where friendly willow branches wave.
Ills resting place is now unknown,
His fame-his deeds-his glory past
That visit to those lonely graves
Proud chieftain, was indeed thy last
AUGUSTA, Ga.
[flistelantons 8eaaing
NY GRANDFATIER'S SUNDAY SCHOOL.
Some twenty years before the commencement
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