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 But now, but now, thy earthliness departed,
 * De Leon’s fount is won;

And all the dead who left thee, broken hearted,
 * Outgleam the primal sun.

There Micanopy, with his plumes vermilion,
 * Stalks by the glittering ring,

There Tustenuggee, ’neath a rich pavilion,
 * Ay “every inch a King!”

There Osceola, warlike, wise and sparing,
 * Outsoars the belting wave,

There Coacbochee, warlike, wild and daring,
 * From his bleak western grave.

There, the Great Spirit, in his car of thunder,
 * Salutes thee with a smile,

“Live on, my son!” The clouds are rent asunder
 * About the funeral pile.

Dark Withlacoochee caught the magic meaning,
 * Triumphant with St. John,

And bore it on, with every ripple gleaming,
 * “Live on! Live on! Live on!”