 | Ouâbi : or the virtues of nature |  |
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DEATH SONG.
Rear'd midst the war-empurpled plain,
What Illinois submits to PAIN!
How can the glory-darting fire
The coward chill of death inspire!
What Illinois submits to PAIN!
How can the glory-darting fire
The coward chill of death inspire!
The sun a blazing heat bestows,
The moon midst pensive ev'ning glows,
The stars in sparkling beauty shine,
And own their FLAMING SOURCE divine.
The moon midst pensive ev'ning glows,
The stars in sparkling beauty shine,
And own their FLAMING SOURCE divine.
Then let me hail th' IMMORTAL FIRE,
And in the sacred flames expire;
Nor yet those Huron hands restrain;
This bosom scorns the throbs of pain.
And in the sacred flames expire;
Nor yet those Huron hands restrain;
This bosom scorns the throbs of pain.
No griefs this warrior-soul can bow,
No pangs contract this even brow;
Not all your threats excite a fear,
Not all your force can start a tear.
No pangs contract this even brow;
Not all your threats excite a fear,
Not all your force can start a tear.
Think not with me my tribe decays,
More glorious chiefs the hatchet raise;
Not unreveng'd their sachem dies,
Not unattended greets the skies.
More glorious chiefs the hatchet raise;
Not unreveng'd their sachem dies,
Not unattended greets the skies.
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