Gazing from the hilltop on the shadowed vale below?
Dusky, slender lovers, clasping hand in hand
While the tepee fires flicker down there on the strand—
Wild, unconquered children of the forest and the plain,
Dreaming, softly dreaming that same old dream again!
River of the Northland, in thy banks of living green,
Many are the visions that thy changing tides have seen,
Yet they came and vanished with Time's ceaseless onward flow,
Grew and bloomed and faded like the sunset's afterglow.
Only this was changeless in the centuries agone,