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 YE SAY THEY ALL HAVE PASSED AWAY.

Lydia Huntley Sigourney.

Moderato.

Ye say they all have pass'd a - way, That no - ble race and brave,

'Tis where On - ta - rio's bil - low Like o - cean's surge is curl'd,

Ye say their cone-like cab - ins That clus-ter'd o'er  the vale,

Old Mas - sa - chnsetts wears it With-in her lord-ly crown,

Wa-chu-sett hides its lin-g'ring voice With-in his rocky heart,

That their light ca - noes have van - ish'd From off the crest-ed wave.

Where strong Ni - ag-a-ra's thunders wake The ech -oes of the world,

Have dis - ap-pear'd, as wither'd leaves Be - fore the autumn gale;

And broad O - hi - o bears it A - mid his young re-nown;

And Al - le - gha - ny graves its tone Thro'out his loft-y chart;

That, mid the for - ests where they roam'd, There rings no hun - ter's shout; Where red Mis-sou - ri bring - eth Rich tri - bute from the west,

But their mem'ry liv - eth on your hills. Their bap-tism on your shore,

Con - nect-i - cut hath wreath'd it Where her qui - et foli - age waves.

Mo - uad-nock,on his fore-head hoar, Doth seal the sa - cred trust;

But their name is on your riv - ers. Ye may not wash it out.

And Rap - pa - han - nock sweetly sleeps On green Virgi - nia's breast, Your ev - er -last-ing riv-ers speak Their di- a - lect of yore.

And bold Ken-tuck-y breathes it hoarse Thro' all her an - cient caves.

Your moun - tains build their mon-u-ments, Tho' ye destroy their dust.