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In the Indian Style, on the death of Commodore Deakur.
Composed by a maniac female.
In the cells of thee
Alms House.
At Philadelphia.

The Warrior of the waters has gone to the land of spirits, and the ghosts of his fathers rejoice, not in his coming, for he came not in the storm of battle - 
The Warrior of the waters was a great Lion.  When he was in his rage and shook himself, the green hills tumbled.  When in anger he thundered with his voice, the storm did follow.  He bounded over the waters, and the beasts of other mountains hid in fear.  He stretched his paw over the great waters and gored the Lion of the East.
He was mighty and great as the Alleghany: he was strong and fierce as the torrent down the Steps of Niagara.  Mighty and great he was.  Yet a little [[underlined]]Bee [[underlined]]did over come him.  [[Underlined]] Public opinions [[Underlined]] was a little bee and the Lion might have crushed it with his foot.  But the little Bee crept into the ear of the great Lion and stung him on the strings of life.  The Lion was vanquished and the little Bee still lives and buzzes of his conquest -
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