<h2><SPAN name="to_the_Delaware"></SPAN>To the Delaware</h2>
<p class="p2 poem">Cease thy murmuring,
Delaware,<br/>
For thy many braves so fair<br/>
Who are sleeping by thy stream—<br/>
Rouse them not—there let them dream.<br/>
For upon that silent shore<br/>
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Indian's cry shall sound no more.<br/>
There, where still the owlets cry<br/>
And the solemn night-winds sigh,<br/>
Let the victor's head remain<br/>
With the spirits of the slain,<br/>
Leave the warriors fast asleep<br/>
Where the willows o'er them weep,<br/>
For thy murmuring, Delaware,<br/>
Cannot wake those sleeping there,<br/>
For thy voice deep in the foam<br/>
Cannot ever call them home.<br/></p>
<p class="poem p1">There, where low and high degree<br/>
Sleep beneath the self-same tree,<br/>
And where warriors small and great,<br/>
Share in death a common fate,<br/>
Leave the pale-face and the braves<br/>
Side by side within their graves.<br/></p>
<p class="poem p1">There, where ridges lifting high<br/>
Try to bridge the endless sky,<br/>
And where willows bend like lead<br/>
O'er the footprints of the dead—<br/>
To each brother slumbering there,<br/>
Sing sweet songs, my Delaware.<br/></p>
<p class="poem p2 smcap"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Requiem:</span><br/></p>
<p class="poem p1">Brave!—thy happy days have fled<br/>
Into silence with the dead;<br/>
Thy canoe, thy well-worn way,<br/>
And thy bow are in decay.<br/>
And no more thy camp-fires gleam<br/>
By thy sweet, complaining stream;<br/>
And I mourn thy ruthless fate;<br/>
Weeping am I—but too late—<br/>
For upon that silent shore<br/>
Indian's cry shall sound no more.</p>
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