"And long shall timorous fancy see
The painted chief, and pointed spear,
And Reason's self shall bow the knee
To shadows and delusions here." Philip Freneau (1752-1832), U.S. poet, sailor, journalist. The Indian Burying Ground (l. 37-40). . .
New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press. |
"In spite of all the learned have said,
I still my old opinion keep;
The posture, that we give the dead,
Points out the soul's eternal sleep.
Not so the ancients of these lands
The Indian, when from life released,
Again is seated with his friends,
And shares again the joyous feast." Philip Freneau (1752-1832), U.S. poet, sailor, journalist. The Indian Burying Ground (l. 1-8).
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