They hear the Halcyon’s[[3]] wailing voice far out upon the sea,
Mournful as if it knew their grief and wailed for sympathy.
Oh! who can tell the agony that filled the bosoms then
Of mothers with their callow babes, the breasts of stalwort men,
As in the deep and mellow tones of the Muscogee tongue
A warrior o’er his nation’s fate a lament thus begun:
Spirits of the red man’s heaven,[[4]]
All my fathers e’er adored,
Your might is gone, and other powers
Are monarchs of our hills and lakes,