Thou’st seen the free born hunters of the wild,
Chasing the fleet deer in his antler’d glory;
Or with his chosen maid, rich nature’s child,
Breathing in whispers love’s ungarnish’d story.
And thou hast seen him on the mountain path,
Victor and vanquish’d, fleeing and pursuing,
Conquer’d and writhing with vindictive wrath,
Or agonising o’er his nation’s ruin.
While the fierce conqueror gaz’d with gloating eye
On mangled forms, in mortal anguish lying;