Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Names

Ye shall say all have passed away,
noble race and brave,
That their light 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 where billow
Like Ocean's is curled;
Where strong Niagara's thunders
The echo of the

Where red bringeth
Rich tributes the west,
And Rappahannock sweetly
On green breast.

Ye say, cone-like cabins,
That cluster'd the vale,
Have fled away like wither'd
the autumn gale:

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

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

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

Wachuset hides its voice
its rocky heart,
And Alleghany graves its
Throughout his chart:

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