The stars’ sun-flooded homes of blue—
Or gazed, with mournful sternness, o’er
The rolling prairie stretched before;
While round them, fluttering on the breeze,
The sere leaves fell from faded trees.”
At the close of a conference which ensues, Tecumseh expresses his determination to
“go forth
Through the great waters of the North,
Round the far South, and o’er the West
By the lone streams, nor ever rest,