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4.5.2: “Indian Names” (1834)

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    “How can the Red men be forgotten, while so many of our states and territories, bays, lakes and rivers, are indelibly stamped by names of their giving?”

    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 shout;
    But their name is on your waters,
    Ye may not wash it out.

    ‘Tis where Ontario’s billow
    Like Ocean’s surge is curl’d.
    Where strong Niagara’s thunders wake
    The echo of the world.
    Where red Missouri bringeth
    Rich tribute from the west.
    And Rappahannock sweetly sleeps
    On green Virginia’s breast.

    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.

    Old Massachusetts wears it
    Within her lordly crown.
    And broad Ohio bears it
    Amid his young renown;
    Connecticut hath wreathed it
    Where her quiet foliage waves.
    And bold Kentucky breathes it hoarse
    Through all her ancient caves.

    Wachuset 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 monument,
    Though ye destroy their dust.

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