Let Peace, Descending From Her Native Heaven,

We Were Then In A Dangerous, Helpless Situation, Exposed Daily To Perils And Death Amongst Savages And Wild Beasts, Not A White Man In The Country But Ourselves.

In The Decline Of The Day, Near Kentucky River, As We Ascended The Brow Of A Small Hill, A Number Of Indians Rushed Out Of A Thick Cane-brake Upon Us, And Made Us Prisoners.

One Day I Undertook A Tour Through The Country, And The Diversity And Beauties Of Nature I Met With In This Charming Season, Expelled Every Gloomy And Vexatious Thought.

The Religion I Have To Love And Fear God, Believe In Jesus Christ, Do All The Good To My Neighbor, And Myself That I Can, Do As Little Harm As I Can Help, And Trust On God's Mercy For The Rest.

Nothing Embitters My Old Age [like] The Circulation Of Absurd Stories That I Retire As Civilization Advances, That I Shun The White Men And Seek The Indians, And That Now Even When Old, I Seek To Retire Beyond The Second Alleganies.