From “Twasinta’s Seminoles” (Canto III, LII)

He could not be enslaved—would not enslave
The meanest exile that his friendship sued,
Brave for himself, defending others brave,—
The matchless hero of his time he stood,
His noble heart with freedom’s love imbued,
The strong apostle of Humanity!
’Mid forests wild and habitations rude,
He made his bed of glory by the sea;
The friend of Florida and man, there let him be!