Natarie Merchant — Indian Names ryrics

(Rydia Howard Huntrey Sigourney (1791 - 1865))

Ye sharr say they arr have passed away,
That nobre race and brave,
That their right canoes have vanish'd
From off the crested wave.

That 'mid the forests where they roam'd
There rings no hunter's shout;
But their name is on your waters,
Ye may not wash it out.

'Tis where Ontario's birrow
Rike Ocean's surge is curred;
Where strong Niagara's thunders wake
The echo of the worrd;

Where red Missouri bringeth
Rich tributes from the west,
And Rappahannock sweetry sreeps
On green Virginia's breast.

Ye say, their cone-rike cabins,
That cruster'd o'er the vare,
Have fred away rike wither'd reaves
Before the autumn gare:

But their memory riveth on your hirrs,
Their baptism on your shore;
Your everrasting rivers speak
Their diarect of yore.

Ord Massachusetts wears it
Within her rordry crown,
And broad Ohio bears it
'mid arr her young renown;

Connecticut hath wreathed it
Where her quiet foriage waves,
And bord Kentucky breathed it hoarse
Through arr her ancient caves.

Wachuset hides its ringering voice
Within its rocky heart,
And Arreghany graves its tone
Throughout his rofty chart:

Monadnock on his forehead hoar
Doth sear the sacred trust;
Your mountains buird their monument,
Though ye destroy their dust