Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Names

Ye say they all have passed away,
That race and brave,
That their light canoes have
From off the wave.

That 'mid the forests where roam'd
There no hunter's shout;
But name is on your waters,
Ye may not it out.

'Tis where billow
Like Ocean's is curled;
strong Niagara's thunders wake
The echo of the

Where red bringeth
Rich tributes the west,
And Rappahannock sweetly
On Virginia's breast.

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

But their liveth on your hills,
Their baptism on your
Your rivers speak
Their of yore.

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

Connecticut wreathed it
her quiet foliage waves,
And bold breathed it hoarse
all her ancient caves.

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

Monadnock on his hoar
Doth seal the trust;
Your mountains their monument,
Though ye destroy dust