| Show written for the flag flap 0 of our union THE INDIANS LAMENT I 1 DY by 11 T A MACEY macry I 1 have left the land where my fathers dwelt keath seath the sunny eastern sky shy and have crossed the mountains azure belt beit belty where the peaks peats loomed wild and high I 1 for I 1 longed to have a barrier dread to my far off western home which would mock the white mans manss restless tready tread and leave me in peace to roam I 1 turned me around while I 1 proudly stood on the mountain wild and bleak bleat and the fire coursed madly through my blood though my lips refused to speak for I 1 thought of my ray fathers distant grave gravel of the relics it contained of the hallowed rest of the free and brave by the white mans step profaned I 1 thought of the woods I 1 had bad roved of yore and the glad streams dashing by of the sunny lakesy lakes which would beam no more to the exiles longing eye I 1 and my bosom was filled with burning tears hearsy though my eye was dry and calm aby ah the bursting heart still subdued its cares and despised the childish balm but I 1 said in the depths of my desert souly soui soul hath nath the earth no valley ione lone ioney where the forests wave and oe pie rivers roll rou i for the red mans joy alone I 1 shall shail the pale face tear up the spreading plains shall ht be fell the ancient woods shall be claim all lands for his wide widm domains shall he rule the sweeping floods shall the red man slink from his eager track As he be comes careering on and the cry still ring back yet farther back till our latest hope Is gone ah ahi I 1 heard it then etwas my peoples knell echoing through my mi breast when I 1 bade the east a last farewell farewells and turned to the gloomy west |
