Let me go to my father, by whose valiant side, I have sported so oft in the height of my pride, And exulted to conquer the insolent foe-- To my father, that chieftain--oh, there let me go. And, oh, let me go to my dark-eyed maid, Who taught me to love beneath the willow shade; Whose heart’s like the fawn’s, and as pure as the snow, And she loves her dear Indian--to her let me go. And, oh, let me go to my fair forest home, And never again will I wish to roam, And there let my body in ashes lie low; To that scene in the forest, white man, let me go. Ettie May. 31 Copied by permission of WM. HALL & SON, 543 Broadway, N. Y., Publishers of the music, and owners of copyright. In beauty gleamed the moon last night, And brightly star lamps shone, The wind among the lindentrees Made music sad and lone; The shadows of the firelight danced Like sprites upon the floor, As moon and star ray gently fell Around the cottage door; With breathings hush’d we sat around The couch where Ettie lay, And wept that one so beautiful, So soon must pass away. She wore within her golden hair A mesh of changeful light, And mingled with her dark eyes’ sheen Were spirits’ gleams last night; Upon their light and viewless wings, The angels downward came, And stole within the cottage door, And quench’d our love-light flame. So quiet were her slumbers sweet On yester eventide, We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping, when she died! The Fireman’s Death. 32 He slept, and o’er his dauntless brow A shade of sorrow stole, As though some scene of deep distress, Was busy with his soul. When suddenly the dread alarm, Came ringing shrill and clear, Cleaving the night air, till it struck Upon his startled ear. CHORUS. He bounded up: his practised eye, Was turn’d upon the lurid sky, Lit by the flames, which mounting higher, Soon clothed the night in a robe of fire. With lightning speed he reach’d the scene-- Oh! what a sight was there! A mother stood amid the flames, And shriek’d in wild despair! Her arms around her frighten’d babe Where thrown with frenzied clasp, As though she fear’d the fire-fiend Would tear it from her grasp.