That noble race and brave;
That their light canoes have vanish'd
From off the crested wave;
That mid the forests where they warr'd
There rings no hunter's shout;
But their name is on your waters,
Ye may not wash it out."
Mrs. Sigourney.
That noble race and brave;
That their light canoes have vanish'd
From off the crested wave;
That mid the forests where they warr'd
There rings no hunter's shout;
But their name is on your waters,
Ye may not wash it out."
Mrs. Sigourney.