Luyện nghe bài hát Indian Names

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

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

'Tis Ontario's billow
Like Ocean's surge is
Where Niagara's thunders wake
The echo of the

Where red Missouri
Rich from the west,
And Rappahannock sweetly
On green breast.

Ye say, their cabins,
That o'er the vale,
Have fled away like wither'd
Before the gale:

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

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

Connecticut hath it
her quiet foliage waves,
And bold Kentucky breathed it
Through all her caves.

Wachuset hides its voice
its rocky heart,
And Alleghany its tone
his lofty chart:

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