I shall not be here / I shall rise and pass
But now that I can see it all as from a lonely hilltop, I know it was the story of a mighty vision given to a man too weak to use it; of a holy tree that should have flourished in a people's heart with flowers and singing birds, and now is withered; and of a people's dream that died in bloody snow.
Nicholas Black Elk, on Massacre at Wounded Knee
Nicholas Black Elk, on Massacre at Wounded Knee
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