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Anne Hunter (Энн Хантер)

The Death Song

THE sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day,
But glory remains when their lights fade away:
Begin, you tormentors ! your threats are in vain,
For the son of Alknomook will never complain.
Remember the arrows he shot from his bow,
Remember your chiefs, by his hatchet laid low:
Why so slow? do you wait till I shrink from the pain?
No; the son of Alknomook shall never complain.
Remember the wood, where in ambush we lay,
And the scalps which we bore from your nation away:

Now the flame rises fast; you exult in my pain;
But the son of Alknomook can never complain.
I go to the land where my father is gone,
His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son:
Death comes like a friend to relieve me from pain;
And thy son, O Alknomook, has scorn'd to complain.

Anne Hunter's other poems:
  1. Lelia, or, The Maniac's Song
  2. Song 13. SPRING returns, the flowrets blow
  3. Song 6. IN airy dreams fond fancy flies
  4. November, 1784
  5. William and Nancy

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