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We saw thee, O stranger, and wept!
-Where are they?-thou 'rt seeking some distant coast-
THE ISLE OF FOUNTS.
AN INDIAN TRADITION.
"The River St. Mary has its source from a vast lake or marsh, which lies between Flint and Oakmulge rivers, and occupies a space of near three hundred miles in circuit. This vast accumu lation of waters, in the wet season, appears as a lake, and contains some large islands or knolls of rich highland; one of which the present generation of the Creek Indians represent to be a most blissful spot of earth; they say it is inhabited by a peculiar race of Indians whose women are incomparably beautiful. They also tell you that this terrestrial paradise has been seen by some of their enterprising hunters, when in pursuit of game: but that in their endeavors to approach it, they were involved in perpetual labyrinths, and, like enchanted land, still as they imagined they had just gained it, it seemed to fly before them alternately appearing and disappearing. They resolved at length to leave the delusive pursuit, and to return, which after a number of difficulties they effected. When they reported their adventures to their countrymen, the young warriors were inflamed with an irresistible desire to invade, and make conquest of, so charming a country; but all their attempts have hitherto proved abortive, never having been able again to find that enchanting spot."-Bartram's Trav els through North and South Carolina, &c. The additional circumstances in the Isle of Founts are merely imaginary.
SON of the stranger! wouldst thou take
Along whose banks the west winds play?
-Let no vain dreams thy heart beguile,
Lull but the mighty serpent king,*
'Midst the gray rocks, his old domain : Ward but the cougar's deadly spring,
-Thy step that lake's green shore may gain
Yes! there, with all its rainbow streams,
And breathings from their sunny flowers,
Shall greet thee in the purple sky;
Or hast thou heard the sounds that rise
From the deep chambers of the earth?
To which the ancient rocks gave birth ? †
And image from that sunbright shore;
* The Cherokees believe that the recesses of their mountains, overgrown with lofty pines and cedars, and covered with old mossy rocks, are inhabited by the kings or chiefs of the rattlesnakes, whom they denominate the "bright old inhabitants." They represent them as snakes of an enormous size, and which possess the power of drawing to them every living creature that comes within the reach of their eyes. Their heads are said to be crowned with a carbuncle of dazzling brightness.-See Notes to Leyden's "Scenes of Infancy."
†The stones on the banks of the Oronoco, called by the South American missionaries Laxas de Musica, and alluded to in a form
Yet on the breeze thou still wouldst hear
Of founts that ripple through its glades:
But wo for him who sees them borst
With their bright spray-showers to the lake;
That semblance in his soul shall wake,
Bright, bright in many a rocky urn,
The waters of our deserts lie,
F'en thus our hunters came of yore
Back from their long and weary quest ;
And could they 'midst our wilds find rest?
They lay beside our glittering rills,
With visions in their darkened eye,
Where elk and deer before us fly;
They bent no more the forest bow,
They arm'd not with the warrior-band, The moons waned o'er them dim and slow-They left us for the spirits' land! Beneath our pines yon greensward heap Shows where the restless found their sleep.
Son of the stranger! if at eve
Silence be 'midst us in thy place,
The strength of battle and of chase!
THE BENDED BOW.
It is supposed that war was anciently proclaimed in Britain by sending messengers in different directions through the land, each bearing a bended bow; and that peace was in like manner an nounced by a bow unstrung, and therefore straight.
See the Cambrian Antiquities.
THERE was heard the sound of a coming foe,
"Heard ye not the battle-horn?
And the reaper armed, like a freeman's son,
"Hunter! leave the mountain chase!
And the hunter armed ere the chase was done,
"Chieftain! quit the joyous feast!
And the chieftain armed, and the horn was blown,
"Prince! thy father's deeds are told,
And the prince came armed, like a leader's son,
"Mother! stay thou not thy boy!
HE NEVER SMILED AGAIN.*
It is recorded of Henry the First, that after the death of his son, Prince William, who perished in a shipwreck off the coast of Normandy, he was never seen to smile.
THE bark that held a prince went down,
He lived-for life may long be borne
Why comes not death to those who mourn?
There stood proud forms around his throne,
*Originally published in the Literary Gazette,