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* White man, awake; the rattle-snake is near;
“ The tyger is not couch'd yet.” I awoke:
It was a woman — she drew back awhile
To gaze full on me, and put forth her hand
With such a look of kindness (pardon me,
I ne'er can think on't with impunity) —
She led me to her hut, brought me fresh food,
And water from the spring — watch'd o'er my sleep,
And when I woke, she brought me food again;
Thus three long weeks she nurs'd me, and meanwhile
Taught me her language with a breath so sweet,
And was so apt a scholar learning mine,
(For of such little offices as these,
The mighty sum of love is all made up)
That with reviving health I drew in that
Which wanted still a cure; and not long after,
When of the Creeks I was appointed chief,
Then I remember'd Zoa, and her care
Of me at life's extremity. Yes, then,
In the full face of our assembled warriors,
I took her for my wife; and shall I leave her?
No, not for all the white-complexion'd dames
That dazzle Europe: never, never.
Alm. Accursed be she who tempts thee. - I am

come To seek your faithful friendship, not your love. .

Was there no further purport in your visit?
Did not your father bid you practise, lady,
Whilst with your hands you took my fetters off,
Tenthrall me with your eyes? Be honest now,
And I'll be plain with you.
Alm.

You have guess'd well
My father's purpose, but these blushes, sir
Are for his thoughts, not mine. I came, believe me,
But by command.
Raym.

Hear then a simple tale, That to the purpose shall speak plain and fall: ' Some years are past (no matter now the cause) Like jarring friends, I and my country parted; I sought my fortune 'midst the Indian creeks, 'Twas at the close of a long sultry day, Upon a wild savanna, faint with hunger, Shook with a fever, I look'd round in vain, For trace of living object, man or beast : But all was horrid stillness - on the ground I lay me down in absolute despair, So very sick at heart, that when at last My jaded senses dropt into oblivion, I car'd not, if mine eye-lids, as they clos’d, Should ever open on another dawn. ' . But long I slept not; sudden in mine ear These accents softly whisperd --Wake, poor man.

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* White man, awake; the rattle-snake is near;
“ The tyger is not couch'd yet.” I awoke:
It was a woman — she drew back awhile
To gaze full on me, and put forth her hand
With such a look of kindness (pardon me,
I ne'er can think on’t with impunity) —
She led me to her hut, brought me fresh food,
And water from the spring — watch'd o'er my sleep,
And when I woke, she brought me food again;
Thus three long weeks she nurs’d me, and meanwhile
Taught me her language with a breath so sweet,
And was so apt a scholar learning mine,
(For of such little offices as these,
The mighty sum of love is all made up)
That with reviving health I drew in that
Which wanted still a cure; and not long after,
When of the Creeks I was appointed chief,
Then I remember'd Zoa, and her care
Of me at life's extremity. Yes, then,
In the full face of our assembled warriors,
I took her for my wife; and shall I leave her?
No, not for all the white complexion'd dames
That dazzle Europe: never, never.
Alm. Accursed be she who tempts thee. - I am

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come To seek your faithful friendship, not your love. .

If by a father's tyranny compellid,
And urg'd beyond the patience of my sex,
I should take shelter with you -
Raym.

With the Creeks?
Alm. Ay, for I pant for freedom:
Raym.

True, 'tis sweet; But to the bird who never stretch'd his wing, Or felt the season's sharp vicissitudes, Fed by your hand, and lodg’d within your bosom, Freedom is fatal, lady.-- Have you ponder'd Well on the horrors of the savage state ? How our rude modes will shock your gentle breeding? Our simple fare mock your high-season'd palate ? Our mean attire your heavenly beauty shroud? On the bare earth can those soft limbs find slumber? And then our habitations, — ah ! too mean For beasts to hovel in. Alm.

Yes, I have thought Of all the ills your fancy conjures up; . Ay, and of more: the road I know is rough, And I ill shod for such a pilgrimage; Yet not the elements, nor man, nor beast, Can to this heart strike terror more profound, Than a stern father's uncontracting brow, Who, on the altar of his mad ambition, Would offer up his child. – Will you protect me?

Raym. Yet pause upon the brink of resolution,
Nor in a fit of spleen, a flush of anger,
A momentary tumult in the blood,
Dothat which will bring long repentant days,
Ornights of lonely hopeless meditation,
And leave a sharp imperishable thorn,
When all the rose is withered.
Alir.

You speak thus,
Because I am a woman.
Raym.

No, believe me,
Oh! when the loud-tongued trumpet, and the drum,
Stirs all his soul, a soldier's wounds but warm him ;
But in the after calm, when slaughter sleeps,
Then as he festers in the midnight air,
And raw winds pierce his mangled body thro',
He curses honour and disclaims ambition.
I could say more, if time would halt to hear me;
But the day wears, and e'er the downward sun
Kisses the ocean, I would see the Creeks;
Suffice it, lady, after having callid
Your thoughts to counsel, should you still resolve
To keep your desp’rate resolution,
Such welcome as rude savages can give,
You may command.

Alm. Come I will lead you to the light of day. Would I could bear to all, the thrilling voice

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