Is heard, and o’er Alachawa[[8]]
Free and fearless bounds the deer;
No fisher’s boat skims o’er the sea
Around the island’s silver shore.
We have lost our fathers’ home,
Silently around their hearths,
More lonely now than are their graves,
Dim shadows stalk, and ask the gods
Whither have their children fled.
Hither will the white man come