The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1881-03-13

BY GAsKELL.

Stay, white man, stay Thy blood
stained hand
Hath Wiley oft oppressed our land;
The Sun, uldarir ruins Of our homes,
With fire ana wreck strew parents
tombs,
Our brothers. bones lay white and bare,
Or floor the wild beasts forest laiS;
Our wives, our sisters, children too,
Cory and ghast, pass In review,
Our future gl0omed, no hope 10 guide,
Vainly we struggle 'gsinst the tide;
Thy strength and selfshness upholds,
AS passing hours our fate unfolds.
o, white man Can sweet pity End
No entrance to thy selfish mind 2
Must We be driven far away,
To where last seen the parting day,
Where ocean waves, in mellow light
Herald days approaching night
Or, high npreared, huge mountains rise
| To mock our suh'rlng, in dread guise,
| Of famine gaunt or pestilence
In loathsome form 10 speed US hence,
| No safety for Us till at rest,
| We sink meath broad Pacifc's breast,
| Or in dark cave of mountain glen,
We die the death of hunted men.
| Can nothing save US one short hour,
| From selfish greed and ruthless power
Cannot our griefs-by pen untold
| Cannot our courage-we are bold
| Cannot our love for fatherland,
| Compassion win,or peace command?
All, mol Our destiny is read,
Die We by steel, or hurting lead,
Or fsr wore to US, horrid death,
OF hemped cord to steal our BREATH
Destructive fire and reekiDk sword,
Hath scattered far our scanty hoard;
O'er smiling prairie, forest green,
The whiteman's curling smoke is seen,
AS co.'s upbuilt and clearings made,
Where We in simple childhood played,
Or chased the butf'lo, bounding deer,
Or quaffsd the fountains cooling cheer,
Or met the bear 10 msnful fight,
Our duts doing by the light
Kind nature gave; nor sOught we then
Ought but to live and die as men.
Now DER the graves of sires and sons,
The white mans pillow and harrow runs;
though rightul ours, outcast from home,
In strange and distant lands We roam,
As scanty sustenanee 10 gain,
On mountain hight or arid plain.
All, fallen nOWl Our fathers led
Their warriors forth, and bravely blsd,
70 drive the toeman from the soil
They'd owned for ages-Without the toll
Of seeking Tor their daily food,
In daring guise or hardy mood,
DIT il the deadly smbuscade,
By shrill war wi oop, white men dis.
mayed,
Who feared no other living foe,
Nor that in torrents blood should flow.
They met you foot TO foot with knife,
And battling ceased but with each life;
NTH hirrfp-
Brought many foeman TO the ground;
And scslp-lOcks, numerous and grand,
In gore, dark stained each bIaWny hand,
Can not those glorie-, now long past,
Gain PHYS smile for poor Outcast;
Can not our wrongs, our deep distress,
From cruel hanQ win just redress,
Why turn away when anguish speaks,
v by notice not our dying shrieks;
ls misery under coppery hue
Vile. aud unworthy white mans view 4?
HsVeyo forgotten gen'rous deed,
Done helpless captive in his need;
How pity warmed the gentle breast
Of Indian maiden, unrepressed;
dow nature free. ell unconfined.
With fr endly ardor fred her mind,
10 save the daring-hearted man,
Who for his friends such dangers ran?
Thy deed, o, maiden rare and kind,
Is valued by each human mind,
Thy worth confessed, thy virtue proved,
They wrong thy race with soul un-
moved.
Miantidomi led his band
Of Nsrrsgansetts to your land,
Where you, with hyp0critic air,
In bonds of friendship Joined him there,
In smoking calumet of peace,
Good will to bind, your power increase
Once brave was Uncas, war-like, true,
L. armed deep duplicity of you;
Became runs slaVe-disseI sioRs dread,
Mid eighb'ring native tribes you spread
Rous chief 'eainst chief; to save your
own,
While Boosting DER the light you'd
sown,
Nor ceased your guile till none remained,
Of all their tribes-and lands obtained,
You cared not how-to save their souls
You slew them-so zeal's fire consoles,
And blinds to mercy ev'ry thought
But selfish greed, success blOod-fought.
Were Onalaska's noble deeds,
As be to battle warriorleads;
Or Philips naughty pride bent,
Courage with love Of freedom blent;
recumseh, with strange arts and charms,
ROnsing each native tribe to arms,
Worth not thy notice, kindly word,
because beneath thy cong ring sword
They fell, crimsOning earth's green
sward,
With hate and infsmy's reward ?
Logan was brave, wariike, yet kind,
His Mingoes led through Wint'ry wind;
Aided each white man in distress,
Sought he TO cheer. to aid and bless.
Yet what Return did Logan meet
What hand to guide his tott'ring feet,
When age had silYered his dark hair,
And time had left its impress there
By white mans hands his loved ones
died, i
His helpless children-dusky BRIDE
DE, ref and lone, upon LIES way,
Lived long to curse the gloomy day
That white man came, with fire and
brand,
To subjugate his happy land.
Are Montezuma's glories flown,
Lingering echoes only known;
has alas proud, defying strife,
That ended but with human life,-
A eru's treasure only sought,
By treachery her ruin wrought;
Your God defled by promise made
Her prisoned ruler, who dismayed,
At powers unknow n his simvle state,
So safely sought from selfish hate,
Compliant bent his naughty knee
BY fiery de4th you set him free.
Cuzco's temples then were thrOnRed,
Wi iespreadlng fields to her belonged,
Now of her glories nought remains,
But ruins on her mountain plains.
Dead are the noble of our race,
We scarcely have abiding place;
No hope, but in our spirit land
To 'scape the brutal white mans hand;
Our braves may strew the prairie sod,
Fstten so where wild flowers nod
No arm is raised, no voice is heard
10 praise our virtues, or record
The vice taught US by such men
As talk of heaven, even when,
With knife appraised 10 take our lives,
Talk loud of Christian faith, that save,.
The Indian warrior fears no death,
Tis but as sleep, not drawing breath,
Whence swiftly borne to forests green,
Where game of ev'ry kind is seen;
Where streams of limpid waters flow,
Flowers and fruits and beauties groW,-I
There meet in spirit land again
The virtuous dead, the noble slain;
Where white mans foot will never trace
The red man home and hiding place;
From pleasant groves and fruitful fields
Well reap the harvest nature yields,
WITHOUT fear of foeman's hate,
Without dread that hostile fate
viii drive US from our homes anew,
Our earthly sorrows thus renew.
There, on Manito's arm relying,
The white mans pride and power defy