From “Twasinta’s Seminoles” (Canto I, XX)
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Albery Allson Whitman
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So with our young Atlassa, hero-born—
Free as the air within his palmy shade,
The nobler traits that do the man adorn,
In him were native: Not the music made
In Tampa’s forest or the everglade
Was fitter, than in this young Seminole
Was the proud spirit which did life pervade,
And glow and tremble in his ardent soul—
Which, lit his inmost-self, and spurned all mean control.
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