1. The morning air was freshly breathing, As glanced their brilliant hues along, 2. With equal swell above the flood, Round rocks, that from the head-land far Or spread it as in act to spring, Yet paused, as if delight it gave To bend above the glorious wave. The following lines allude to a superstition cherished by the present race of Indians called Creeks. 1. They say that afar in the land of the west, Where the bright golden sun sinks in glory to rest, Aquenet Green, or Rhode Island, has always been celebrated for its picturesque beauty, and the salubrity of its climate. Its surface is delightfully varied into hill and dale, wood and field." Where, lost in his course, the wrapt Indian discovers In distance seen dimly the green Isle of lovers. 2. There verdure fades never, immortal in bloom, 3. Sweet strains wildly float on the breezes that kiss 4. But fierce as the snake with his eye-balls of fire, When his scales are all brilliant and glowing with ire, Are the warriors to all, save the maids of their Isle, Whose law is their will, and whose life is their smile; From beauty there valour and strength are not rovers, And peace reigns supreme in the green Isle of lovers. 5. And he who has sought to set foot on its shore, In mazes perplext, has beheld it no more; It fleets on the vision, deluding the view, The following lyrical specimen is a prophecy, put into the mouth of an Indian priest, while under the supposed influence of inspiration. "In grandeur of imagery," says Dr. Drake, "and sublimity of sentiment, in a rich and sonorous flow of versification, it exhibits much which has a claim to very distinguished, and almost unqualified approbation." 1. O, heard ye around the sad moan of the gale, As it sigh'd o'er the mountain, and shriek'd in the vale; Wild flutters his robe, and the light of his plume 2. Say, what are the races of perishing men? They darken earth's surface, and vanish again; • Among their various superstitions, they (the Algonquins) believe that the vapour which is seen to hover over moist and swampy places, is the spirit of some person lately dead.—M‘Kenzie, quoted by Mr. Eastburn. As the shade o'er the lake's gleaming bosom that flies With the stir of their wings, where the wild fowls arise, That has past, and the sun-beam plays bright as before, So speed generations, remember'd no more; Since earth from the deep, at the voice of the spirit, He perish'd, the Mammoth,*—in power and in pride, 3. And say, what is man, that his race should endure, An Indian chief, of the Deleware tribe, who visited the Governor of Virginia, during the revolution, informed him, that it was a tradition handed down from their fathers, that, in ancient times, a herd of these tremendous animals came to the Bick bone Licks, and began an universal destruction of the bear, deer, elk, buffalo, and other animals, which had been created for the use of the Indians. That the great man above, looking down and seeing this, was so enraged, that he seized his lightning, descended on the earth, seated himself on a neighbouring mountain, on a rock, (on which his seat, and the prints of his feet are still to be seen) and hurled his bolts among them, till the whole were slaughtered, except the big bull, who, presenting his forehead to the shafts, shook them off as they fell, but missing one at length, it wounded him in the side, whereon, springing round, he bounded over the Ohio, the Wabash, the Illinois, and finally over the great lakes, where he is living at this day.'"-Jefferson's Notes. "I have retained this word (YOHEWAH) in the text, because it sounds well; and, for the purpose of poetry, it is of little consequence whether it be a significant word, or a mere series of guttural noises."Note by the Editor. |