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In those vast forests dwelt a race of kings	A
Free as the eagle when he spreads his wings	A
His wings which never in their wild flight lag	B
In mists which fly the fierce tornado's flag	B
Their flight the eagle's and their name alas	C
The eagle's shadow swooping o'er the grass	C
Or as it fades it well may seem to be	D
The shade of tempest driven o'er the sea	D
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Fierce too this race as mountain torrent wild	E
With haughty hearts where Mercy rarely smiled	E
All their traditions histories imbued	F
With tales of war and sanguinary feud	F
Yet though they never couched the knightly lance	G
The glowing songs of Europe's old romance	G
Can find their parallels amid the race	H
Which on this spot met England face to face	H
And when they met the white man hand to hand	I
Twilight and sunrise stood upon the strand	I
Twilight and sunrise Saxon sunshine gleams	J
To day o'er prairies and those distant streams	J
Which hurry onward through far Western plains	K
Where the last Indian for a season reigns	K
Here the red CANUTE on this spot sat down	L
His splendid forehead stormy with a frown	L
To quell with the wild lightning of his glance	G
The swift encroachment of the wave's advance	G
To meet and check the ruthless tide which rose	M
Crest after crest of energetic foes	M
While high and strong poured on each cruel wave	N
Until they left his royalty a grave	N
But o'er this wild tumultuous deluge glows	M
A vision fair as Heaven to saint e'er shows	M
A dove of mercy o'er the billows dark	O
Fluttered awhile then fled within God's ark	O
Had I the power I'd reverently describe	P
That peerless maid the pearl of all her tribe	P
As evening fair when coming night and day	Q
Contend together which shall wield its sway	Q
But here abashed my paltry fancy stays	R
For her too humble its most stately lays	R
A shade of twilight's softest sweetest gloom	S
The dusk of morning found a splendid tomb	S
In England's glare so strange so vast so bright	T
The dusk of morning burst in splendid light	T
Which falleth through the Past's cathedral aisles	U
Till sculptured Mercy like a seraph smiles	U
And though Fame's grand and consecrated fane	V
No kingly statue may in time retain	V
Her name shall linger nor with age grow faint	W
Its simple sound the image of a saint	W
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Sad is the story of that maiden's race	H
Long driven from each legendary place	H
All their expansive hunting grounds are now	X
Torn by the iron of the Saxon's plough	X
Which turns up skulls and arrow heads and bones	Y
Their places nameless and unmarked by stones	Y
Now freighted vessels toil along the view	Z
Where once was seen the Indian's bark canoe	Z
And to the woods the shrill escaping steam	A2
Proclaims our triumph in discordant scream	A2
Where rose the wigwam in its sylvan shade	B2
Where the bold hunter in his freedom strayed	B2
And met his foe or chased the bounding stag	B
The lazy horses at the harrow lag	B
Where the rude dance was held or war song rose	M
The scene is one of plenty and repose	M
The quiver of her race is empty now	X
Its bow lies broken underneath the plough	X
And where the wheat fields ripple in the gale	C2
The vanished hunter scarcely leaves a trail	C2
'Twas where yon river musically flows	M
The European's nomenclature rose	M
A keen edged axe which since alas has swept	D2
Away their names those boughs which blossoms kept	D2
Leaving so few that when their story's drowned	E2
'Twill sink alas with no fair garland crowned	E2
What strange vicissitudes and perils fell	F2
On the first settlers 'tis not mine to tell	F2
I scarce may pause to syllable the name	G2
Which the great Captain left behind to fame	G2
A name which echoes through the tented past	H2
Like sound of charge rung in a bugle's blast	H2
His age although it still put faith in stars	I2
No longer glanced through feudal helmet's bars	I2
But stood in its half armor thus stands he	D
An image half of antique chivalry	D
And half presented to our eager eyes	J2
The brilliant type of modern enterprise	J2
A knightly blade without one spot of rust	K2
Undimmed by time and undefaced by dust	K2
His name hangs up in that past age's hall	L2
Where many hang the brightest of them all	L2

James Barron Hope

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