LXII.—INDIAN NAMES.SIGOURNEY.
SIGOURNEY.
1. Ye say, they all have passed away,That noble race and brave,That their light canoes have vanishedFrom off the crested wave;That ’mid the forests where they roamedThere rings no hunter’s shout;But their name is on your waters,You may not wash it out.2. ’Tis where Ontario’s billowLike Ocean’s surge is curled,Where strong Niagara’s thunders wakeThe echo of the world;Where red Missouri bringethRich tributes from the West,And Rappahannock sweetly sleepsOn green Virginia’s breast.3. Ye say, their cone-like cabins,That clustered o’er the vale,Have fled away like withered leavesBefore the autumn gale;But their memory liveth on your hills,Their baptism on your shore,Your everlasting rivers speakTheir dialect of yore.4. Old Massachusetts wears itWithin her lordly crown,And broad Ohio bears it,Amid her young renown;Connecticut hath wreathed itWhere her quiet foliage waves,And bold Kentucky breathes it hoarse,Through all her ancient caves.5. Wachusett hides its lingering voiceWithin his rocky heart,And Alleghany graves its toneThroughout his lofty chart:Monadnock on his forehead hoarDoth seal the sacred trust;Your mountains build their monuments,Though ye destroy their dust.
1. Ye say, they all have passed away,That noble race and brave,That their light canoes have vanishedFrom off the crested wave;That ’mid the forests where they roamedThere rings no hunter’s shout;But their name is on your waters,You may not wash it out.2. ’Tis where Ontario’s billowLike Ocean’s surge is curled,Where strong Niagara’s thunders wakeThe echo of the world;Where red Missouri bringethRich tributes from the West,And Rappahannock sweetly sleepsOn green Virginia’s breast.3. Ye say, their cone-like cabins,That clustered o’er the vale,Have fled away like withered leavesBefore the autumn gale;But their memory liveth on your hills,Their baptism on your shore,Your everlasting rivers speakTheir dialect of yore.4. Old Massachusetts wears itWithin her lordly crown,And broad Ohio bears it,Amid her young renown;Connecticut hath wreathed itWhere her quiet foliage waves,And bold Kentucky breathes it hoarse,Through all her ancient caves.5. Wachusett hides its lingering voiceWithin his rocky heart,And Alleghany graves its toneThroughout his lofty chart:Monadnock on his forehead hoarDoth seal the sacred trust;Your mountains build their monuments,Though ye destroy their dust.
1. Ye say, they all have passed away,That noble race and brave,That their light canoes have vanishedFrom off the crested wave;That ’mid the forests where they roamedThere rings no hunter’s shout;But their name is on your waters,You may not wash it out.
1. Ye say, they all have passed away,
That noble race and brave,
That their light canoes have vanished
From off the crested wave;
That ’mid the forests where they roamed
There rings no hunter’s shout;
But their name is on your waters,
You may not wash it out.
2. ’Tis where Ontario’s billowLike Ocean’s surge is curled,Where strong Niagara’s thunders wakeThe echo of the world;Where red Missouri bringethRich tributes from the West,And Rappahannock sweetly sleepsOn green Virginia’s breast.
2. ’Tis where Ontario’s billow
Like Ocean’s surge is curled,
Where strong Niagara’s thunders wake
The echo of the world;
Where red Missouri bringeth
Rich tributes from the West,
And Rappahannock sweetly sleeps
On green Virginia’s breast.
3. Ye say, their cone-like cabins,That clustered o’er the vale,Have fled away like withered leavesBefore the autumn gale;But their memory liveth on your hills,Their baptism on your shore,Your everlasting rivers speakTheir dialect of yore.
3. Ye say, their cone-like cabins,
That clustered o’er the vale,
Have fled away like withered leaves
Before the autumn gale;
But their memory liveth on your hills,
Their baptism on your shore,
Your everlasting rivers speak
Their dialect of yore.
4. Old Massachusetts wears itWithin her lordly crown,And broad Ohio bears it,Amid her young renown;Connecticut hath wreathed itWhere her quiet foliage waves,And bold Kentucky breathes it hoarse,Through all her ancient caves.
4. Old Massachusetts wears it
Within her lordly crown,
And broad Ohio bears it,
Amid her young renown;
Connecticut hath wreathed it
Where her quiet foliage waves,
And bold Kentucky breathes it hoarse,
Through all her ancient caves.
5. Wachusett hides its lingering voiceWithin his rocky heart,And Alleghany graves its toneThroughout his lofty chart:Monadnock on his forehead hoarDoth seal the sacred trust;Your mountains build their monuments,Though ye destroy their dust.
5. Wachusett hides its lingering voice
Within his rocky heart,
And Alleghany graves its tone
Throughout his lofty chart:
Monadnock on his forehead hoar
Doth seal the sacred trust;
Your mountains build their monuments,
Though ye destroy their dust.