There came a Youth from Georgia's shore – He brought them from the Cherokees; From Indian blood you deem him sprung: And, when America was free With hues of genius on his cheek In finest tones the Youth could speak: And streams that murmur as they run, He was a lovely youth! I guess Was not so fair as he; And, when he chose to sport and play, Among the Indians he had fought, Such tales as told to any maid By such a Youth, in the green shade, Were perilous to hear. 20 30 40 Who quit their fold with dance and shout, Their pleasant Indian town, To gather strawberries all day long; Returning with a choral song When daylight is gone down. He spake of plants that hourly change Their blossoms, through a boundless range Of intermingling hues; With budding, fading, faded flowers They stand the wonder of the bowers From morn to evening dews. 60 Sendding away from snare to snare, I plied That anxious visitation;- moon and stars Were shining o'er my head. I was alone, And seemed to be a trouble to the peace That dwelt among them. Sometimes it befell In these night wanderings, that a strong desire O'erpowered my better reason, and the bird Which was the captive of another's toil 320 Became my prey; and when the deed was done I heard among the solitary hills Low breathings coming after me, and sounds Of undistinguishable motion, steps Nor less, when spring had warmed the cultured Vale, Moved we as plunderers where the mother bird Had in high places built her lodge; though mean Our object and inglorious, yet the end Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams. Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! 401 Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought That givest to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion, not in vain By day or star-light thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul; |