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| | Schulers Books (Verses and Rhymes by the way - 21/34) |
 | | High-hearted Indian chief No thought of fear or grief Stilled the swellings of his heart, tamed the lightning of his glance Without lordship, without land, "Lord alone of his right hand," Of a heart that never beat retreat when duty said advance. |
 | | He had looked on battle oft, Now his eagle glance grew soft, And who can tell what sights his prophetic vision saw Events were drawing near, And he was a mighty seer, Even greater than the prophet, the grim Elskwatawa. |
 | | For, in a waking dream, He saw forest, vale and stream, Which, by force or fraud, the white race wrung from doomed red men. |
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