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THE MOHAWK COMES
Bring my green-gold weeds and trees
To speak of his approach,
The Mohawk.
Bring my roaring waterfalls
To speak of his approach,
The Mohawk.
Bring the fearful glaciers
To speak of his approach,
The Mohawk.
Bring the terrible mountain forms
To speak of his approach,
The Mohawk.
To speak of his approach,
The Mohawk.
Bring my roaring waterfalls
To speak of his approach,
The Mohawk.
Bring the fearful glaciers
To speak of his approach,
The Mohawk.
Bring the terrible mountain forms
To speak of his approach,
The Mohawk.
For when weeds and trees are visions blazing through the midnight black,
When waterfalls are like great ghosts that walk across the storm and wrack,
When visions of vast glaciers bring the ghosts of rocks of old,
And the mountains seem to march and earthquakes with new clouds enfold,
Then the Mohawk brings the ages, brings the Indian ages back!
When waterfalls are like great ghosts that walk across the storm and wrack,
When visions of vast glaciers bring the ghosts of rocks of old,
And the mountains seem to march and earthquakes with new clouds enfold,
Then the Mohawk brings the ages, brings the Indian ages back!
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