“The other’s lineaments and air Revealed him plainly brother born Of him, who on that summit bare So sad, yet proudly met the morn: But, lighter built, his slender frame Far less of grace, as strength, could claim; And, with an eye that, sharp and fierce, Would seem the gazer’s breast to pierce, And low’ring visage, aye the while Inwrought of subtlety and guile, Whose every glance, that darkly stole, Bespoke the crafty, cruel soul. There was from all his presence shed A power, a chill mysterious dread, Which made him of those beings seem, That shake us in the midnight dream. Yet were his features, too, o’ercast With mournfulness, as if the past Had been one vigil, painful, deep and long Of hushed Revenge still brooding over wrong. No word was said: but long they stood, And side by side, in thoughtful mood, Watched the great curtains of the mist Up from the mighty landscape move; ’Twas surely spirit-hands, they wist, Did lift them from above. And when, unveiled, to them alone The solitary world was shown, And dew from all the mound’s green sod Rose, like an incense, up to God, Reclined, yet silent still, they bent Their eyes on Heaven’s deep firmament— As if were open to their view The stars’ sun-flooded homes of blue— Or gazed, with mournful sternness, o’er The rolling prairie stretched before; While round them, fluttering on the breeze, The sere leaves fell from faded trees.” At the close of a conference which ensues, Tecumseh expresses his determination to “go forth Through the great waters of the North, Round the far South, and o’er the West By the lone streams, nor ever rest, Till all the tribes united stand In battle for their native land.” There are scattered through the poem many passages of minute and skilful description of external nature, and interwoven with the main history is a story of love, resulting, in the end, like most tales of the kind, in the perfect felicity of the parties. Some episodes, by which the narrative is broken, are well-wrought, and the entire poem possesses a deep and sustained interest. The rapid action of the narrative is illustrated by the following passive, descriptive of the last conflict, in which Tecumseh fell: