XXVII. Late, from this western shore, that morning chased The deep and ancient night, which threw its shroud O'er the green land of groves, the beautiful waste, Nurse of full streams, and lifter-up of proud Sky-mingling mountains that o'erlook the cloud. Erewhile, where yon gay spires their brightness rear, Trees waved, and the brown hunter's shouts were loud Amid the forest; and the bounding deer Fled at the glancing plume, and the gaunt wolf yelled near, XXVIII. And where his willing waves yon bright blue bay Sends up, to kiss his decorated brim, And cradles, in his soft embrace, the gay XXIX. Then all this youthful paradise around, smiled. XXX. There stood the Indian hamlet, there the lake Spread its blue sheet that flashed with many an oar, Where the brown otter plunged him from the brake, And the deer drank: as the light gale flew o'er, XXXI. Not unavenged; the foeman, from the wood, Beheld the deed, and when the midnight shade Was stillest, gorged his battle-axe with blood; All died-the wailing babe-the shrieking maid And in the flood of fire that scathed the glade, The roofs went down; but deep the silence grew, When on the dewy woods the day-beam played; No more the cabin smokes rose wreathed and blue, And ever, by their lake, lay moored the bark canoe. XXXII. Look now abroad-another race has filled breeze Their virgin waters; the full region leads. trees. XXXIII. Here the free spirit of mankind, at length Or curb his swiftness in the forward race? Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. XXXIV. Europe is given a prey to sterner fates, that chain To earth her struggling multitude of states; She too is strong, and might not chafe in vain Against them, but might cast to earth the train |