 | The collected works of Ambrose Bierce |  |
[Lo! the poor Indian whose unsuited mind]
Lo! the poor Indian whose unsuited mindSaw death before, hell and the grave behind;
Whom thrifty settlers ne'er besought to stay—
His small belongings their appointed prey;
Whom Dispossession, with alluring wile,
Persuaded elsewhere every little while!
His fire unquenched and his undying worm
By “land in severalty” (charming term!)
Are cooled and killed, respectively, at last,
And he to his new holding anchored fast!
| The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | |