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 OUR ABORIGINES. 125

And old Ontario's billowy lake

Prolong'd the thunder tone, " The chieftains at our side who stood

Upon our christening day, Who gave the glorious names we bear,

Our sponsors, where are they ? "

And then the fair Ohio charg'd

Her many sisters dear, " Show me once more, those stately forms

Within my mirror clear ; " But they replied, " Tall barks of pride

Do cleave our waters blue, And strong keels ride our farthest tide,

But where 's their light canoe ? "

The farmer drove his plough-share deep

" Whose bones are these ? " said he, " I find them where my browsing sheep

Roam o'er the upland lea." But starting sudden to his path

A phantom seem'd to glide, A plume of feathers on his head,

A quiver at his side.

He pointed to the rifled grave, Then rais'd his hand on high,

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