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Red Jacket (From Aloft.)


[Impromptu on Buffalo City's monument to, and re-burial of the old Iroquois orator, October 9, 1884.] Upon this scene, this show, Yielded to-day by fashion, learning, wealth, (Nor in caprice alone—some grains of deepest meaning,) Haply, aloft, (who knows?) from distant sky-clouds' blended  
As some old tree, or rock or cliff, thrill'd with its soul, Product of Nature's sun, stars, earth direct—a towering human  
In hunting-shirt of film, arm'd with the rifle, a half-ironical smile  
 curving its phantom lips,
Like one of Ossian's ghosts looks down.
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