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 Beneath the turban of a tall palmetto,
 * Thy scattered warriors kneel,

Grim pilgrims at their gallant heart’s Loretto,
 * With votive bead and steel.

Upon their hearts, broad bucklers of alliance,
 * The scars are greenly dim’d—

Dread gaps, dread syllables of fierce defiance
 * Upon the tiger-limbed.

Apart from all, of all the goodliest number
 * Are widowed ones, alas!

In vain, in vain ye watch for those who slumber
 * In lagoon and morass.

A giant mound, with untold ages hoary
 * Outspiraling the strand,

Bears thee, great chieftain, like a steed of glory,, [sic]
 * Upon the spirit-land.

From the grey summit of Time’s stateliest mountain,
 * Age, throned amid the rocks,

Had shot the avalanche of a thousand fountains
 * In silver down thy locks.