Heard them laugh and saw them smile.
Sped he by the Coosa river,
Where great brakes of waving cane,
Bend before the blowing breezes,
Like the waves of wind and rain.
Took the trails where once the chieftain
Strode at will in lordly pride,
By the Coosa river flowing
In its smooth, unrippled tide.
Downward, onward, free and easy,