Algonquin Death Song

" A BE TUH GE ZHIG . "

U NDER the hollow sky,
Stretch'd the Prairie lone,
Centre of glory, I
Bleeding, disdain to groan,
But like a battle cry
Peal forth thy thunder moan,
Baim-wa-wa!

Star — Morning Star, whose ray
Still with the dawn I see,
Quenchless through half the day,
Gazing thou seest me;
Yon birds of carnage, they
Fright not my gaze from thee!
Baim-wa-wa!

Bird, in thine airy rings
Over the foeman's line,
Why do thy flapping wings
Nearer me thus incline?
Blood of the dauntless brings
Courage, O Bird, to thine!
Baim-wa-wa!

Hark to those Spirit-notes!
Ye high Heroes divine,
Hymned from your god-like throats
That song of Praise is mine!
Mine, whose grave pennon floats
Over the foeman's line!
Baim-wa-wa!
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