“Ye say they all have passed away, That noble race and brave; That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That mid the forests where they roamed There rings no hunter's shout; But their name is on your waters; Ye may not wash it out.” MayLightNamesWaterRaceBraveWaveNobleRingsForestsHuntersPassed Away Book:Lydia Sigourney: Selected Poetry and Prose Source: Lydia Sigourney: Selected Poetry and Prose
“O ye whose years unfolding fair Are fresh with youth, and free from care, Should vice and indolence desire The garden of your souls to hire, No parleys hold-reject the suit, Nor let one seed the soil pollute. My child their first approach beware, With firmness break the insidious snare, Lest as the acorns grew and throve Into a sun-encircled grove, Thy sins, a dark o'ershadowing tree Shut out the light of Heaven from thee.” ShouldYearsFirstsChildrenSoulLightCareDesireHeavenDarkSinBreakSunTreeYouthGrewApproachFairsGardenVicesSeedsSuitsTheeYour SoulMy ChildrenSoilRejectsUnfoldingIndolenceInsidiousSnaresFirmnessGroveAcorns Author:Lydia Sigourney
