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I

THE VANGUARD

I live not in myself, but I become

Portion of that around me; and to me

High mountains are a feeling, but the hum

Of human cities torture; I can see

Nothing to loathe in Nature, save to be

A link reluctant in a fleshly chain,

Class’d among creatures, when the soul can flee,

And with the sky, the peak, the heaving plain

Of ocean, or the stars, mingle, and not in vain.

— LORD BYRON

A chief of the Sarcee dressed in all the regalia to which his rank entitles him.