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THE SKY-LARK.
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DEATH SONG OF THE INDIAN.
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away. Be -gin, ye tormenters, your threats are in
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vain, For the son of Alknomook shall never complain.
Remember the arrows he shot from his bow.
Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low.
Why so slow ? — Do you wait till I shrink from the pain?
No! — the son of Alknomook shall never complain.
Remember the wood where in ambush we lay,
And the scalps which we bore from your nation away
Now the flame rises fast, they exult in my pain,
But the son of Alknomook can never complain.
I go to the land that my father is gone,
His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son.
Death comes as a friend — he relieves me from pain,
And the son of Alknomook has scorn'd to complain!
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