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 Yet, in that glance, a quenchless hate, Lost but with life, was concentrate, Glaring as, Gorgon-like, endowed To freeze the reckless gazer's blood. He laughed—a laugh that fiends might use. Deriding man's ephemeral views: One hand he wreathed in Mytah's hair;— Whirled then the tomahawk in air;— It glittered—sunk:—a thrilling shriek Its mission served too well to speak: With grim delight the savage drew His weapon wet with gory dew— Waved it, exulting, o'er his head, Then through the wood's wide shelter fled.

Moyarra saw not; for his eye When flashed the fateful axe on high Convulsive closed in dizzy trance:— Vain hope! to dwell in ignorance: That thrilling cry the air that rent To his prophetic heart hath sent The curst conviction that his fate Is sealed, and he now desolate.