And dared as ye would dare?
XIX.
Alas! for them—their day is o’er,
Their fires are out from hill and shore;
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No more for them the wild deer bounds,
The plough is on their hunting grounds;
The pale man’s axe rings through their woods,
The pale man’s sail skims o’er their floods,
Their pleasant springs are dry;
Their children—look, by power oppressed,