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"How can the red men be forgotten, while so many of our states and territories, bays, lakes and rivers, are indelibly stamped by names of their giving?"

say they all have passed away, That noble race and brave, That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That 'mid the forests where they roamed There rings no hunter shout, But their name is on your waters, Ye may not wash it out.

'Tis where Ontario's billow Like Ocean's surge is curled, Where strong Niagara's thunders wake The echo of the world. Where red Missouri bringeth Rich tribute from the west, And Rappahannock sweetly sleeps On green Virginia's breast.

Ye say their cone-like cabins, That clustered o'er the vale, Have fled away like withered leaves Before the autumn gale,