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Wildly and mournfully the Indian drum	A
On the deep hush of moonlight forests broke	B
'Sing us a death song for thine hour is come	A
So the red warriors to their captive spoke	B
Still and amidst those dusky forms alone	C
A youth a fair hair'd youth of England stood	D
Like a king's son tho' from his cheek had flown	C
The mantling crimson of the island blood	E
And his press'd lips look'd marble Fiercely bright	F
And high around him blaz'd the fires of night	F
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Rocking beneath the cedars to and fro	G
As the wind pass'd and with a fitful glow	G
Lighting the victim's face But who could tell	H
Of what within his secret heart befel	H
Known but to heaven that hour Perchance a thought	I
Of his far home then so intensely wrought	I
That its full image pictur'd to his eye	J
On the dark ground of mortal agony	K
Rose clear as day and he might see the band	L
Of his young sisters wand'ring hand in hand	L
Where the laburnums droop'd or haply binding	M
The jasmine up the door's low pillars winding	M
Or as day clos'd upon their gentle mirth	N
Gathering with braided hair around the hearth	O
Where sat their mother and that mother's face	P
Its grave sweet smile yet wearing in the place	P
Where so it ever smiled Perchance the prayer	Q
Learn'd at her knee came back on his despair	Q
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The blessing from her voice the very tone	C
Of her 'Good night' might breathe from boyhood gone	R
He started and look'd up thick cypress boughs	S
Full of strange sound wav'd o'er him darkly red	T
In the broad stormy firelight savage brows	S
With tall plumes crested and wild hues o'erspread	T
Girt him like feverish phantoms and pale stars	U
Look'd thro' the branches as thro' dungeon bars	U
Shedding no hope He knew he felt his doom	V
Oh what a tale to shadow with its gloom	V
That happy hall in England Idle fear	W
Would the winds tell it Who might dream or hear	X
The secret of the forests to the stake	Y
They bound him and that proud young soldier strove	Z
His father's spirit in his breast to wake	Y
Trusting to die in silence He the love	A2
Of many hearts the fondly rear'd the fair	Q
Gladdening all eyes to see And fetter'd there	Q
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He stood beside his death pyre and the brand	T
Flamed up to light it in the chieftain's hand	T
He thought upon his God Hush hark a cry	J
Breaks on the stern and dread solemnity	T
A step hath pierc'd the ring Who dares intrude	T
On the dark hunters in their vengeful mood	T
A girl a young slight girl a fawn like child	T
Of green Savannas and the leafy wild	T
Springing unmark'd till then as some lone flower	B2
Happy because the sunshine is its dower	C2
Yet one that knew how early tears are shed	T
For hers had mourn'd a playmate brother dead	T
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She had sat gazing on the victim long	D2
Until the pity of her soul grew strong	D2
And by its passion's deep'ning fervour sway'd	T
Ev'n to the stake she rush'd and gently laid	T
His bright head on her bosom and around	T
His form her slender arms to shield it wound	T
Like close liannes then rais'd her glittering eye	J
And clear toned voice that said 'He shall not die '	-
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'He shall not die ' the gloomy forest thrill'd	T
To that sweet sound A sudden wonder fell	H
On the fierce throng and heart and hand were still'd	T
Struck down as by the whisper of a spell	H
They gaz'd their dark souls bow'd before the maid	T
She of the dancing step in wood and glade	T
And as her cheek flush'd thro' its olive hue	E2
As her black tresses to the night wind flew	E2
Something o'ermaster'd them from that young mien	F2
Something of heaven in silence felt and seen	F2
And seeming to their child like faith a token	G2
That the Great Spirit by her voice had spoken	G2
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They loos'd the bonds that held their captive's breath	H2
From his pale lips they took the cup of death	H2
They quench'd the brand beneath the cypress tree	T
'Away ' they cried 'young stranger thou art free '	-

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