HIGH from the ground, and blown upon by air Sun-sanctified; caught from corruption's mold, Girdled by streams amidst the foot-hills fair, With wind-chants making music sweet and old, This red man rests. Unto the elements He doth return; his soul soars glad and free, And e'en his body seems, in going hence, To cry, "O grave, where is thy victory!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE POTOMAC by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A FRAGMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON OLNEY HYMNS: 35. LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS by WILLIAM COWPER SYMPATHY (2) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN FARRAGUT by WILLIAM TUCKEY MEREDITH THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 97. A SUPERSCRIPTION by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |