Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Names

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

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

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

red Missouri bringeth
Rich from the west,
And Rappahannock sweetly
On Virginia's breast.

Ye say, their cabins,
cluster'd o'er the vale,
Have fled away wither'd leaves
the autumn gale:

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

Old Massachusetts it
Within her crown,
And Ohio bears it
all her young renown;

Connecticut wreathed it
Where her foliage waves,
And bold Kentucky it hoarse
all her ancient caves.

Wachuset hides its voice
Within its heart,
And graves its tone
Throughout his lofty

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