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When through the desert's pathless maze, His way was as an eagle's course! When war was sunshine to his sight, And the wild hurricane, delight!

Shall then the warrior tremble now? Now, when his envied strength is o'er? Hung on the pine his idle bow, His pirogue useless on the shore? When age hath dimmed his failing eye, Shall he, the joyless, fear to die?

Sons of the brave! delay no more, The spirits of my kindred call; 'Tis but one pang, and all is o'er! Oh! bid the aged cedar fall! To join the brethren of his prime, The mighty of departed time.