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Travellers in Mexico have found the form of a serpent invariably pictured over the doorways of the Indian Temples and on the interior walls the impression of a red hand	A
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The superstitions attached to the phenomena of the thunderstorm and Aurora Borealis alluded to in the poem are well authenticated	B
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I saw him in vision the last of that race	C
Who were destined to vanish before the Pale face	C
As the dews of the evening from mountain and dale	D
When the thirsty young Morning withdraws her dark veil	D
Alone with the Past and the Future's chill breath	E
Like a soul that has entered the valley of Death	E
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He stood where of old from the Fane of the Sun	F
While cycles unnumbered their centuries run	F
Never quenched never fading and mocking at Time	G
Blazed the fire sacerdotal far o'er the fair clime	G
Where the temples o'ershadowed the Mexican plain	H
And the hosts of the Aztec were conquered and slain	H
Where the Red Hand still glows on pilaster and wall	I
And the serpent keeps watch o'er the desolate hall	I
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He stood as an oak on the bleak mountainside	J
The lightning hath withered and scorched in its pride	J
Most stately in death and refusing to bend	K
To the blast that ere long must its dry branches rend	K
With coldness and courage confronting Life's care	L
But the coldness the courage that's born of despair	L
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I marked him where winding through harvest crowned plain	H
The Father of Waters sweeps on to the main	H
Where the dark mounds in silence and loneliness stand	K
And the wrecks of the Red man are strewn o'er the land	K
The forests were levelled that once were his home	G
O'er the fields of his sires glittered steeple and dome	G
The chieftain no longer in greenwood and glade	K
With trophies of fame wooed the dusky haired maid	K
And the voice of the hunter had died on the air	L
With the victor's defiance and captive's low prayer	L
But the winds and the waves and the firmament's scroll	M
With Divinity still were instinct to his soul	M
At midnight the war horse still cleaved the blue sky	N
As it bore the departed to mansions on high	N
Still dwelt in the rock and the shell and the tide	K
A tutelar angel invisible guide	K
Still heard he the tread of the Deity nigh	N
When the lightning's wild pinion gleamed bright on the eye	N
And saw in the Northern lights flashing and red	K
The shades of his fathers the dance of the dead	K
And scorning the works and abode of his foe	O
The pilgrim raised far from that valley of woe	O
His dark eagle gaze to the sun gilded west	K
Where the fair Land of Shadows lay viewless and blest	K
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Again I beheld him where swift on its way	P
Leaped the cataract foaming with thunder and spray	P
To the whirlpool below from the dark ledge on high	N
While the mist from its waters commixed with the sky	N
The dense earth thrilled deep to the voice of its roar	Q
And the Thunder of Waters shook forest and shore	Q
As he steered his frail bark to the horrible verge	R
And chanting his death song went down with the surge	R
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On on mighty Spirit	K
I welcome thy spray	P
As the prairie bound hunter	S
The dawning of day	P
No shackles have bound thee	T
No tyrant imprest	P
The mark of the Pale face	C
On torrent and crest	P
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His banners are waving	U
O'er hill top and plain	H
The stripes of oppression	F
Blood red with our slain	H
The stars of his glory	T
And greatness and fame	G
The signs of our weakness	V
The signs of our shame	G
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The hatchet is broken	F
The bow is unstrung	U
The bell peals afar	W
Where the war whoop once rung	U
The council fires burn	X
But in thoughts of the Past	P
And their ashes are strewn	Y
To the merciless blast	P
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But though we have perished	P
As leaves when they fall	I
Unhonored with trophies	Z
Unmarked by a pall	A2
When our names have gone out	P
Like a flame on the wave	B2
The Pale race shall weep	C2
'Neath the curse of our brave	B2
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On on mighty Spirit	P
Unchecked in thy way	P
I smile on thine anger	S
And sport with thy spray	P
The soul that has wrestled	P
With Life's darkest form	G
Shall baffle thy madness	V
And pass in the storm	G

Mary Gardiner Horsford

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