The league of the Iroquois and other legends : from the Indian muse

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THE
FORE-WORLD
HE that has stood with kindling eye
Owasco's peerless blue beside,
Looked oil Cayuga murmuring nigh,
On Canandaigua's tranquil tide,
No more may wonder why to-day
By their bright floods Tradition dwells ;
By the clear springs of Seneca
And Onondaga's limpid wells.
To honor with just meed of praise
All noble deeds, the ages wait ;
Still from the Past some token stays,
Some record lives of heroes great.
Nor shall ye be of fame bereft,
First on the bold Heroic Page,
While to these lakes and streams are left
Their names your gift and heritage.
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