Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Names

Ye say they all have passed away,
noble 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 name is on 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 sleeps
On green breast.

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

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

Old Massachusetts it
her lordly crown,
And broad bears it
all her young renown;

Connecticut hath it
Where her foliage waves,
And bold Kentucky it hoarse
Through all her caves.

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

Monadnock on his hoar
Doth the sacred trust;
Your build their monument,
Though ye destroy their