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| DEEP in the west the sun is gone, | |
| And darkness rapidly comes on; | |
| But soon his beams again shall rise, | |
| And radiant light o’erspread the skies. | |
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| Thus, though the raging flame destroy | 5 |
| This mortal flame, to scenes of joy | |
| The soul shall fly, where Podar reigns | |
| O’er pleasant woods and fertile plains. | |
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| There nations shall no more be foes, | |
| Nor warriors tribe to tribe oppose; | 10 |
| No hideous war-song shall be heard, | |
| But peace inspire the ravish’d bard. | |
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| No arrows tipt with polish’d bone, | |
| Nor tomahawk shall there be known; | |
| But all, till time itself shall cease, | 15 |
| Shall live in harmony and peace. | |
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| Urge then the torments, haughty foes; | |
| Thus death the sooner shall disclose | |
| The land where every torment flies, | |
| Where endless joys and pleasures rise. | 20 |
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| Bid fiercer flames around him roll, | |
| And try to bend his stubborn soul; | |
| Yet vain the hope, the trial vain, | |
| To make great Ellac’s son complain. | |
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| No sting of wo, nor pain severe, | 25 |
| Shall from his eyelids draw a tear; | |
| But e’en his foes themselves shall say, | |
| A noble chief has fall’n today. | |
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| Tell then your sons, ye warriors, tell | |
| Without complaint how Kallack fell; | 30 |
| How his firm breast no fear appall’d, | |
| To die whene’er his nation call’d. | |
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| Thus shall their manly bosoms glow, | |
| With souls invincible by wo, | |
| Exult like Ellac’s son to die, | 35 |
| And to the realms of Podar fly. | |
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| Thus spake the hero of the shore, | |
| Where broad Kanhawa’s waters roar; | |
| Then closed his eyes, untaught to weep, | |
| And sunk in glory’s arms to sleep. | 40 |
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