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 Where Manitou once lived and reigned, Great Spirit of a race gone by; And Ontiora lies enchained, With face uplifted to the sky.

The dream-land, too, of later days, Where Rip Van Winkle slept in peace, Wrapped up in deep poetic haze, A twenty years of sweet release. Ay, burning years! a nation's forge! To wake to freedom grown to more; To find another painted "George" Above the old familiar door.

Through summer heat and winter snow, Beside that rushing mountain stream, Just how he slept we cannot know; Perhaps 't was all a pleasant dream.

Mayhap in many a wintry squall, Or howling blast, or blinding storm, He thought he heard Dame Gretchen's call, And that sufficed to keep him warm;