IV.

The course of life is like the sea: Men come and go; tides rise and fall; And that is all of history. The tide flows in, flows out to-day,— And that is all that man may say; Man is, man was,—and that is all.

Revenge at last came like a tide,— 'Twas sweeping, deep, and terrible; The Christian found the land, and came To take possession in Christ's name. For every white man that had died I think a thousand red men fell,— A Christian custom; and the land Lay lifeless as some burned-out brand.