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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117605" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gayashuta to the Sons of Onas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My brothers! Sons of Onas! hear my voice!<br>And Gayashuta's spirit shall rejoice;<br>For age has settled on his drooping head;<br>His hopes have wither'd, and his joys have fled.<br>When youth and strength were seated on his brow,<br>He felt not hunger, pain, and want, as now;<br>For then the wild deer bounded o'er the plain,<br>And never was his arrow sped in vain.<br>Our land embraced the mountain and the flood,<br>The chase—our pleasure—furnish'd us with food.<br>The red man's tribes the mighty Spirit bless'd,<br>And every stranger was his welcome guest.<br>With pleasure, when they sought our lonely haunts,<br>We gave them shelter, and relieved their wants.<br>My brothers! when your fathers sought our shores,<br>The wide extended fertile plains were ours.<br>They loved the land their mighty ships had found,<br>And Onas call'd his red-skinn'd brethren round—<br>They ask'd us, and we gave them of our land,<br>Whereon to plant, and where their wigwams stand:<br>And Gayashuta's voice was foremost heard,<br>To urge and aid the suit his friend preferr'd.<br>My brothers! Gayashuta had not thought,<br>When first the Groves of Pines* your fathers sought,<br>Of age or weakness—strength was in his frame,<br>And cowards shrunk beneath his eye of flame.<br>Your fathers saw him then,—he now is old,<br>And you will ne'er his alter'd form behold,<br>His wither'd, bending form, that scarce appears<br>The ghost of what it was in former years.<br>He wonders, when his shadow meets his eye,<br>It is so shrunk, so changed from days gone by!<br>No longer can he track the flying game,<br>Or point the arrow with unerring aim;<br>He has no children to supply his wants,<br>The whites have scared the wild deer from his haunts.<br>In hunting all the day the youth must toil,<br>And scarce the chase will yield sufficient spoil<br>To satisfy themselves—there is none left<br>For those who are of friends and strength bereft.<br>For Gayashuta is not here alone—<br>A remnant yet remains of days long gone.<br>They were your fathers’ friends, they now are weak,<br>And poor and feeble—shall they vainly speak!<br>My brothers! Sons of Onas! in his youth,<br>Your fathers gave this belt, the badge of truth,<br>To Gayashuta, this he sends to you,<br>The ancient bond of friendship to renew.<br>Look on this belt! and should it warm your heart,<br>Then comfort to your fathers’ friends impart.<br>My brothers! we are men, and only say<br>That we are hungry, naked, old, and gray.<br>We have no other friends on whom to call,<br>Than you, the Sons of Onas, friends to all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(*The place where Philadelphia now stands was called by the Indians the Grove of the long pine trees.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Margaret+Chandler">Elizabeth Margaret Chandler</a> from <i>Poetical Works</i><div class=q>
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