Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Names

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

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

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

red Missouri bringeth
Rich tributes the west,
And sweetly sleeps
On green breast.

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

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

Old Massachusetts it
her lordly crown,
And broad bears it
'mid all her young

hath wreathed it
Where her foliage waves,
And bold Kentucky breathed it
Through all her caves.

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

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