And now, “farewell, my son!” she cried,
Then clos’d her fainting eyes—and died!
III.
The Indian Wand’rer, waking, gaz’d
With grief, and pain, and horror wild;
And tho’ his fev’rish brain was craz’d,
He rais’d his eyes to Heav’n, and smil’d!
And now the stars were twinkling clear,
And the blind Bat was whirling near;
And the lone Owlet shriek’d, while He