To lose them in the mighty sea.
And thus it is with nations, too,
Which hurry through their race and die.
The Seminoles[[6]] met their fate,
Fought as gallant men should fight
Whom God has made the lords of lands
As fair as were our own. ’Twas vain.
Suwannee is desert now,
’Mid the murmur of its waves
Naught but the scaly Albati[[7]]