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Poem
November 20, 1835
The Daily Herald
New Haven, New Haven County, Connecticut
What is this article about?
A poignant elegy lamenting the disappearance of Native American tribes from their ancestral lands due to European settlement, questioning their fate and the transformation of the landscape, performed as a song at Hartford's Centennial Celebration.
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THE ABORIGINES.
Sung at the Centennial Celebration in Hartford.
Where are they the forest rangers,
Children of this western land?
Who, to greet the pale-faced strangers,
Stretch'd an unsuspecting hand?
Where are they, whom passion goaded
Madly to the unequal fight,
Tossing wild their feathery arrow
'Gainst the girded warrior's might?
Were not these their own bright waters?
Were not these their native skies?
Rear'd they not their red-brow'd daughters
Where our princely mansions rise ?
From the vale their homes have vanish'd,
From the streams their light canoe—
Chieftains and their tribes have perish'd
Like the thickets where they grew.
Though their blood no longer gushing
Wakens war's discordant cry,
Stains it not the maple's flushing
When sad autumn's step is nigh ?
None are living to deplore them,
None are left their names to tell,
Only Nature bending o'er them
Seems to sigh farewell-farewell!
Sung at the Centennial Celebration in Hartford.
Where are they the forest rangers,
Children of this western land?
Who, to greet the pale-faced strangers,
Stretch'd an unsuspecting hand?
Where are they, whom passion goaded
Madly to the unequal fight,
Tossing wild their feathery arrow
'Gainst the girded warrior's might?
Were not these their own bright waters?
Were not these their native skies?
Rear'd they not their red-brow'd daughters
Where our princely mansions rise ?
From the vale their homes have vanish'd,
From the streams their light canoe—
Chieftains and their tribes have perish'd
Like the thickets where they grew.
Though their blood no longer gushing
Wakens war's discordant cry,
Stains it not the maple's flushing
When sad autumn's step is nigh ?
None are living to deplore them,
None are left their names to tell,
Only Nature bending o'er them
Seems to sigh farewell-farewell!
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
Song
Ballad
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Political
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Aborigines
Forest Rangers
Pale Faced Strangers
Unequal Fight
Native Lands
Centennial Celebration
Hartford
Poem Details
Title
The Aborigines.
Subject
Sung At The Centennial Celebration In Hartford.
Key Lines
Where Are They The Forest Rangers,
Children Of This Western Land?
Who, To Greet The Pale Faced Strangers,
Stretch'd An Unsuspecting Hand?
Chieftains And Their Tribes Have Perish'd
Like The Thickets Where They Grew.
Only Nature Bending O'er Them
Seems To Sigh Farewell Farewell!