Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Names

Ye shall say they all passed away,
noble race and brave,
That their canoes have vanish'd
off the crested wave.

That 'mid the forests where they
rings no hunter's shout;
But their name is on waters,
Ye may not it out.

'Tis Ontario's billow
Like surge is curled;
Where Niagara's thunders wake
The echo of the

red Missouri bringeth
Rich from the west,
And Rappahannock sweetly
On green breast.

Ye say, their cabins,
That cluster'd the vale,
Have fled away wither'd leaves
Before the autumn

But their memory liveth on hills,
baptism on your shore;
Your everlasting rivers
dialect of yore.

Old wears it
her lordly crown,
And Ohio bears it
'mid all her renown;

Connecticut wreathed it
her quiet foliage waves,
And bold Kentucky it hoarse
Through all her caves.

Wachuset its lingering voice
Within its heart,
And graves its tone
Throughout his chart:

on his forehead hoar
Doth seal the sacred
Your mountains their monument,
Though ye their dust