graves.

XLV.
Yet, who, that ever trod upon this shore,
Since the rude red man left it to his tread,
Thinks not of him, and marks not, o'er and o'er,
The contrast of the living with the dead?
There the tall forest falls--that Indian mound
Will soon be levelled with the ploughed-up ground--
Where stands that village church, traditions hold,
The war-whoop once rang loud o'er many a warrior cold.

XLVI.
Where stole the paddle-plied and tottering bark
Along the rough shores cragg'd and sedgy side,--
Where the fierce hunter, from the forest dark,
Pursued the wild deer o'er the mountains wild,--
Now towering cities rise on either hand,
And Commerce hastens by to many a strand,
Not on her white wings, as upon the sea--
Yet borne as bravely on, and spreading liberty.

XLVII.
And here, where once the Indian mother dwelt,
Cradling her infant on the blast-rocked tree,
Feeling the vengeance that her warrior felt,
And teaching war to childhood on her knee--
Now dwells the christian mother: O! _her_ heart
Has learned far better the maternal part--
Yet, in deep love, in passion for her child,
Who has surpass'd thine own, wild woman of the wild?

XLVIII.
Our homes, and hearts, and Nature, the blue sky,
Breathe these affections into all who live--
The flowings of their fountains cannot dry.
Who gave us life? 'Tis He, who bids them live!
And they have lived, here, in this forest-bower,
In all the strength, the constancy, the power,
The deep devotion, the unchanging truth
Of Eden's early dawn, when Time was in his youth.

XLIX.
How patient was that red man of the wood!
Not like the white man, garrulous of ill--
Starving! who heard his faintest wish for food?
Sleeping upon the snow-drift on the hill!
Who heard him chide the blast, or say 'twas cold?
His wounds are freezing! is the anguish told?
Tell him his child was murdered with its mother!
He seems like carved out stone that has no woe to smother.

L.
With front erect, up-looking, dignified--
Behold high Hecla in eternal snows!
Yet, while the raging tempest is defied,
Deep in its bosom how the pent flame glows!