CHICOMICO.
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They feared not, for the heaven of peace in the west
Was smiling them welcome, sweet welcome to rest!
Was smiling them welcome, sweet welcome to rest!
"The last of the tribe of Hillis-ad joe
Now plunges him 'mid the deep waters below!
I come, Great Spirit, take me to thy rest!
Lo! my freed soul is.winged towards the west!"
Now plunges him 'mid the deep waters below!
I come, Great Spirit, take me to thy rest!
Lo! my freed soul is.winged towards the west!"
'Tis past! the rude, wild sons of Nature sleep
Calm, undisturbed, amid the waters deep!
'Tis past! the deed is done, the tribe has gone!
Not one is left to mourn it, no, not one!
Calm, undisturbed, amid the waters deep!
'Tis past! the deed is done, the tribe has gone!
Not one is left to mourn it, no, not one!
The last of all that tribe of blood
Lies weltering in the sable flood!
O! where is yonder fair-haired maid?
Say, whither hath the lone one strayed?
'Mid the wild tumult of the strife,
Where fled she from the scalping-knife?
Angels around her spread their arm,
And shrouded her from fear and harm!
But oh, what shriek rang shrill and clear,
And echoed still in Rathmond's ear?
Why should he note that voice, that scream?
Was it his fancy, or a dream?
Or was it—hope illumed his eye,
And pointed to the prophecy!
Lies weltering in the sable flood!
O! where is yonder fair-haired maid?
Say, whither hath the lone one strayed?
'Mid the wild tumult of the strife,
Where fled she from the scalping-knife?
Angels around her spread their arm,
And shrouded her from fear and harm!
But oh, what shriek rang shrill and clear,
And echoed still in Rathmond's ear?
Why should he note that voice, that scream?
Was it his fancy, or a dream?
Or was it—hope illumed his eye,
And pointed to the prophecy!
"But no!—'twere madness to return
To those bright scenes of joy," he cried,
"Her bones: are whitening in the sun,
Her ashes scattered far and wide!"
To those bright scenes of joy," he cried,
"Her bones: are whitening in the sun,
Her ashes scattered far and wide!"
