A world in agony breathes its last sigh!
Gaze on the remnants of an ancient race,--
Great kings of desert terrible to face,
Crushed by the new weights that upon them lie;
Stand near the Falls, and at this storied place
You see a humble hamlet;--by-and-by
You'll talk of ambuscades and treacherous chase.
Can history or sight a traitor be?
Where are the red men of the rolling plains?
Ferocious Iroquois,--ah, where is he?--
Without concealment (this for all our pains!)
The Chief sells groceries for paltry gains,
With English tang in speech of Normandy!