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Whose vile misdeeds, for paltry pelf and gain, Brought ravage, wreck, and havoc's woeful train.
'Twas thus, once more, the savage swarms uprose,
By famed and cruel young Tecumseh led, And through the region of the northern lakes
A ruthless war its desolation spread. By treachery and deep deceit, beguiled,
To yield the weakened fort, in ambush fell The Dearborn garrison, and at the spot
That's marked today by bronze, with horrid yell The red fiends dashed upon the helpless train, And crimson ran Chicago's sands again.
With fury unrestrained the savage plied
The blazing brand, the tomahawk and knife, And low in ashes fell the fane of Hope,
Where somber hung the angry clouds of strife. But kind and gentle Peace returned, and now,
From far across the seas, for Britain's arm Had erst been raised in harsh and allied might,
With savages, to work the woeful harm.
Again, and stronger, rose Fort Dearborn's walls, And progress lifted high its stately halls.
But years there were of struggle, toil and wait;
Then, in its fullness, comes the mighty tide That sweeps away the wreckage of the past;
Upon its breast the ships of triumph ride; |
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