The Hope of the World and other poems by Charles Mackay |
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AMERICAN INDIANS
AT THE
GRAVES OF THEIR FATHERS. |
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AMERICAN INDIANS AT THE GRAVES OF THEIR FATHERS.
Far away from the white man's smoke,
In the woods and in silence deep,
Under the shade of the beech and oak,
The bones of the heroes sleep.
And there we go when the sky is grey,
We go, and we shed no tears,
But bend our heads to the earth, and pray
For the men of many years.
In the woods and in silence deep,
Under the shade of the beech and oak,
The bones of the heroes sleep.
And there we go when the sky is grey,
We go, and we shed no tears,
But bend our heads to the earth, and pray
For the men of many years.
Lightly we tread o'er the grassy mounds,
Where the ancient fathers rest;
They are gone to the happy hunting-grounds,
They are gone, and they are blest!
Strong in the battle—fleet in the chase,
And wise when the old men met;
Their spirits dwell in the pleasant place,
But their sons remember yet.
Where the ancient fathers rest;
They are gone to the happy hunting-grounds,
They are gone, and they are blest!
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And wise when the old men met;
Their spirits dwell in the pleasant place,
But their sons remember yet.
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