That the yoke shall yet be broken.
That now resteth on his nation.
And they gain full liberation.
It is coming, O pale faces,—
Freedom for the Indian races!
Though the white man's power seem stronger.
Comes a day when he no longer
Can misuse the Indian nation.
Even now, with indignation
Is his hot blood doubly heated.
And indignities repeated
Will but make him more miruly;
Do not anger him unduly.
He not easily is sated,
Not soon is his wrath abated,
Not soon doth he make retraction
When he hath been roused to action.
Sitting Bull sends forth his warning,-
To be met, no doubt, with scorning;
Such as oft to him was meted
When for justice he entreated.
Yet hath he no motive, other
Than to save his pale faced brother,
And the Indian tribes and races,
From the conflict that disgraces.
And alike unto each nation
Bringeth woe and desolation.
Sitting Bull the ' oil of healing '
Fain would pour on wounded feeling
Of his stricken sons and daughters,—
Fain would calm the troubled waters
By which they are now surrounded.
He, with love that is unbounded,
Saith unto them. Education
Is your only sure salvation
From the evils that surround you,
SITTING BULLS MESSAGE.
From the ills that long have bound you.
Oh, then, rouse! put forth endeavor!
To injustice grant no favor;
But, all bitterness eschewing,
Labor for the full undoing
Of the ignorance of ages.
Back of you are seers and sages,
Back of you your long gone sires,—
These shall help you light the fires
Of a noble, true ambition,
That in time shall yield fruition.
With the fathers, gone before you.
