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LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY.
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Whene'er affliction o'er thee sheds Its influence malign,Then, suff'rer, be the Prophet's pray's, And prompt obedience, thine:'Tis but a Marah's fount, ordain'd Thy faith in God to prove,And pray'r and resignation shall Its bitterness remove
INDIAN NAMES.
"How can the red men he forgotten, while so many of our states and territories, bays, lakes, and rivers, are indelibly stamped by names of their giving!"
Ye say they all have pass'd away, That noble race and brave,That their light canoes have vanish'd From off the crested wave.That, mid the forests where they roam'd, There rings no hunter's shout;But their name is on your waters, Ye may not wash it out.
'Tis where Ontario's billow Like ocean's surge is curl'd,Where strong Niagara's thunders wake The echo of the world,Where red Missouri bringeth Rich tribute from the west,And Rappahannock sweetly sleeps On green Virginia's breast.
Ye say their conelike cabins, That cluster'd o'er the vale,Have disappear'd, as wither'd leaves Before the autumn's gale;