Charles Mair,
Tecumseh : a Drama
“ Our braves abhor, yet stand in awe of me, Who ferret witchcraft out, commune with Heaven, And ope or shut the gloomy doors of death. All feelings and all seasons suit ambition! Yet my vindictive nature hath a craft, In action slow, which matches mother-earth's: First seed-time—then the harvest of revenge. Who works for power, and not the good of men, Would rather win by fear than lose by love. ”
