"Farewell! I will not weep;"-she said,

"Tho' stealing from its liquid bed
"There fell the unbidden tear;-

"I will not weep;—a warrior's wife
"Must learn the moods of wayward life,
"Nor know the form of fear.

"There is a chill my bosom o'er,
"Which sadly says, we meet no more.
"But let it pass ;-farewell! and GOD
"Preserve thee, on the path of blood!"

XV.

Mute was their last embrace, and sad,
Forth fared the chief thro' forest shade;
And still, like statue of despair
His lonely bride stood fixed there,
Gazing entranced on vacant air ;
Sense, feeling, wrapt in this alone,
The cherished theme of love was gone.
One throb remained;-the spell it broke,
When her unconscious infant woke;
Maternal cares recalled her thought,
And soothed her labouring breast o'erfraught,
While thus again her accents flow
In deep accordance with her wo.

XVI.

1.

"They say that afar in the land of the west,

"Where the bright golden sun sinks in glory to rest,

"Mid fens where the hunter ne'er ventured to tread, "A fair lake unruffled and sparkling is spread;

Where, lost in his course, the rapt Indian discovers, "In distance seen dimly, the green isle of lovers.

2.

"There verdure fades never; immortal in bloom, "Soft waves the magnolia its groves of perfume; "And low bends the branch with rich fruitage deprest, "All glowing like gems in the crowns of the east; "There the bright eye of Nature, in mild glory hovers: ""Tis the land of the sunbeam,-the green isle of lovers!

3.

"Sweet strains wildly float on the breezes that kiss "The calm-flowing lake round that region of bliss ; "Where, wreathing their garlands of amaranth, fair

choirs

"Glad measures still weave to the sound that inspires "The dance and the revel, mid forests that cover

“On high with their shade the green isle of the lover.

4.

"But fierce as the snake with his eyeballs 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.

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"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,
"Its banks still retire as the hunters pursue;

"O! who in this vain world of wo shall discover,
"The home undisturbed, the green isle of the lover!"

XVII.

What sound was that, so wildly sad,
As by prophetic spirit made?

So sudden, mid the silence deep,
Breaking on nature's death-like sleep?
'Twas but the lonely We-ko-lis,
Who oft, at such an hour as this,
Had from the woven boughs around
Prolonged her melancholy sound.
But now she perched upon the roof,
And from her wonted spray aloof,
In interrupted notes of wo

Poured forth her solemn music slow,
With tremulous and mournful note,
Now nearer heard, and now remote.—
And she had heard an Indian tell,
Such sound foreboded sudden bale,
It was the soul of a lovelorn maid,
Who mourned her warrior slain, he said.—

But little faith, I ween, had she,

A Christian bred, in augury;

Yet strove, alternate fear and shame,
Till all the woman's terrors came.

XVIII.

There is a trampling in the wood;-
The mat, the cabin's entrance rude,

Shakes; it was no dream of fear,

Behold an Indian's face appear;
He stands within the cot, and three
Come scowling in his company.
Ask not what terrors o'er her past,!
As fixed as stood the patriarch's wife,
When the forbidden glance she cast,
And lightning rooted her aghast,
Leaving a mock of life,-

Gazing she sate, in silent dread,

Till sight was gone, and thought was dead:

Yet close and closer still, she prest
The sleeping infant on her breast;
A mother's instinct quick was left,
Of other sign of life bereft.

XIX.

But when she felt an iron grasp
Tearing that infant from her clasp.

Her piercing scream the forest rent,

And all despair's high strength was sent
Gathering around her heart;

"O mercy,

Jesus! save my child!"

She cried in tones so sadly wild,

The WAMPANOAG, fierce and bold,
Shrunk from his purpose, and his hold
Relaxed with sudden start.

Her spoiler's dusky brow she scanned,—
Yet struggling from his ruthless hand.
Her wailing child to tear,-

As one would mark the madman's eye,
When a fearful precipice was nigh,
And he had grasped him there.

She met his glances, stern and keen,
Such might the hungry wolf's have been,—
Whose spoils now swathed him round;-
And in his front all bare and bleak,
And in his high, scar-riven cheek,
No line of mercy found.

A rapid look surveyed the rest ;-
In vain to them despair may cling!
Ah! sooner mantling verdure blest
On the bald thundercliff shall spring!

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The mother from her child is torn,— that rent her heart forlorn,

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