Dark as a demon’s dream is one I love— In soul—but oh, how beautiful in form! She glows like Venus throned in joy above, Or on the crimson couch of Evening warm Reposing her sweet…
John Rollin Ridge was born on March 19, 1827, in the Cherokee Nation in Georgia. When Ridge was a child, his father and grandfather, both influential figures in the Cherokee Nation, decided to give up Cherokee lands and go west. Responding to federal pressure over the land, the Ridges and some other prominent Cherokees signed the 1835 Treaty of New Echota and thus became part of what was called the “Treaty Party,” which caused tension with Cherokee leader John Ross and a large portion of the Cherokee tribe. Ross and his faction opposed giving up Cherokee lands and viewed the Treaty Party as traitors for doing so. From 1836 to 1837 the Ridges, having sold their Georgia holdings, traveled west, ahead of the forced removal of the rest of the Cherokee people that would lead to the Trail of Tears. In 1839, the conflict between the two Cherokee factions rose to a climax when a group from the antitreaty faction murdered Ridge’s father at their own home. That same night the faction also murdered Ridge’s grandfather and cousin, and the rest of the family fled to Arkansas. From 1843 to 1845, Ridge studied at Great Barrington Academy in Massachusetts, where he studied Latin, Greek, and classical literature. Ridge went on to study law, but after killing a member of the rival Cherokee party in 1849, he fled to Missouri but left again the following year for a life in California, where he joined the gold rush but ultimately began his career as a noted newspaper editor and journalist. In 1854, Ridge, who published under the name Yellow Bird (the English translation of his Cherokee name Cheesquatalawny), published The Life and Adventures of Joaquin Murieta, the Celebrated California Bandit (W. B. Cooke and Co.), which became the first English novel written by a Native American writer. After the Civil War, in the late 1860s, Ridge joined the Southern Cherokee party in Washington, D.C., to renegotiate with the federal government regarding the return of Cherokee lands. Ridge spent the rest of his life in California, where he worked as editor of The Daily National until his death. Ridge died on October 5, 1867. In 1869, his wife posthumously published his Poems (Henry Payot & Company, 1868).
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- Poems (Henry Payot & Company, 1868)
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Behold the dread Mt. Shasta, where it stands Imperial midst the lesser heights, and, like Some mighty unimpassioned mind, companionless And cold. The storms of Heaven may beat in w…
Oh must I fling my harp aside, Nor longer let it soothe my heart? No! sooner might the tender bride From th’ first night’s nuptial chamber part!…
I look upon the purple hills That rise in steps to yonder peaks, And all my soul their silence thrills And to my heart their beauty speaks.…
I cast a backward look—how changed The scenes of other days! I walk, a wearied man, estranged From youth’s delightful ways.…
I saw her once—her eye’s deep light Fell on my spirit’s deeper night, The only beam that e’er illumed Its shadows drear. The glance was slight,…
Let Earth be glad! for that great work is done, Which makes, at last, the Old and New World one! Let all mankind rejoice! for time nor space Shall check the progress of the human r…
A stranger in a stranger land, Too calm to weep, too sad to smile, I take my harp of broken strings, A weary moment to beguile;…
There is a voice more dear to me Than man or woman’s e’er could be— A “still small voice” that cheers The woes of these my darker years.…
Hail solitary star! That shinest from thy far blue height, And overlookest Earth And Heaven, companionless in light!…