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 they roam'd
rings no hunter's shout;
But name is on your waters,
Ye may not it out.

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

red Missouri bringeth
Rich tributes the west,
And sweetly sleeps
On Virginia's breast.

Ye say, cone-like cabins,
cluster'd o'er the vale,
Have fled away wither'd leaves
Before the autumn

But memory liveth on your hills,
Their on your shore;
everlasting rivers speak
Their of yore.

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

Connecticut hath it
her quiet foliage waves,
And Kentucky breathed it hoarse
all her ancient caves.

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

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