Tecumseh: a Drama by Charles Mair Tecumseh must have perished Joy has tearsAs well as grief, and mine will freely flow-Sembling our women's piteous privilege-Whilst dry ambition ambles to its ends.My schemes have swelled to greatness, and my nameHas flown so far upon the wings of fearThat nations tremble at its utterance.Our braves abhor, yet stand in awe of me, Who ferret witchcraft out, commune with Heaven, And ope or shut the gloomy doors of death.All feelings and all seasons suit ambition Yet my vindictive nature hath a craft, In action slow, which matches mother-earth's: First seed-time-then the harvest of revenge.Who works for power, and not the good of men, Would rather win by fear than lose by love.Not so Tecumseh-rushing to his ends, And followed by men's love-whose very foesTrust him the most. Rash fool Him do I dread, And his imperious spirit. Twelve infant moonsHave swung in silver cradles o'er these woods, And, still no tidings of his enterprise, Which-all too deep and wide-has swallowed him.

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