HOPE LESLIE;
OR
EARLY TIMES IN THE MASSACHUSETTS.
BY THE AUTHOR OF REDWOOD.
Here stood the Indian chieftain, rejoicing in his glory!
How deep the shade of sadness that rests upon his story:
For the white man came with power—like brethren they met—
But the Indian fires went out, and the Indian sun has
set! And the chieftain has departed—gone is his
hunting ground,
And the twanging of his bow-string is a forgotten sound:—
Where dwelleth yesterday? and where is Echo's cell?
Where has the rainbow vanished?—there does the Indian dwell.
E.
IN TWO VOLUMES.
VOL. I.
NEW-YORK:
PUBLISHED BY WHITE, GALLAHER, AND WHITE,
No. 7 Wall-street.
© 1827.
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