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'Twas his to study that voiceless past
That makes our own antiquity vast
Beyond computing: as yet no word
From those far vanished tribes is heard,
For even their tombs are voiceless now.
They long had lived, ere Columbus' prow
Cut swift through the West Atlantic's wave,
And dug, as it went, the Indian's grave.
That makes our own antiquity vast
Beyond computing: as yet no word
From those far vanished tribes is heard,
For even their tombs are voiceless now.
They long had lived, ere Columbus' prow
Cut swift through the West Atlantic's wave,
And dug, as it went, the Indian's grave.
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