ALABAMA. "Here we rest." Ir was amid Magnolias, With their blossoms broad and white, An aged Indian warrior Encamped his troop at night; They were weary with their journey, The deer was in the thicket, And the bear was in the brake, And from the broad-leaved plant looked out The bright-eyed rattle-snake; But they kindled their red fires As the sun sank in the west, And said, when feast and pipe were past, "Alabama"-Here we rest. They had wandered from the North-land, Like the breath of spirits blest; And in their sleep they murmured "Alabama"-Here we rest. Oft morn came, but they lingered In the sable cypress shade. Hung around the cedar's breast, Full oft at night their song was heard, "Alabama"-Here we rest. They were happy in their hunting, There was freedom in the forest Where they were wont to roam, The stranger never asked in vain For shelter, or for home, But said, when they had shared their meal With every welcome guest, "Our wigwam door is open, They had robes of elk and otter, Of maid, or hunter free, who sang They worshipped God in silence, And when the moon, a silver bow, They rose, when morning's ladders And the train of dream-land angels Climb from earth aloft on high, And all day long they chased the game With never flagging zest, But cheerful said, by night's red flame, "Alabama"-Here we rest. Their dwellings all were simple, And up rose from the flag-fringed lakes Their fields of tall maize fluttered Swung with her pendant nest, And sung securely to her young "Alabama"-Here we rest. There reigned eternal summer, The magic mocking-bird. The green-leaved fruit of gold, full oft The young wild maiden pressed, |