The Dying Indian's Dream: A Poem

by Silas Tertius Rand

The Dying Indian’s Dream.

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“Jesus, the vision of thy face,

Hath overpowering charms;

Scarce shall I feel Death’s cold embrace,

If Christ be in my arms.

Then when you hear my heartstrings break,

How sweet my minutes roll;

A mortal paleness on my cheek,

And glory in my soul.”—Watts.

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