Chapter XXXII

Oh! where is Gar-an-gu-la--Sachem wise?
Who was the father of his people?--where
King Hendrick, Cay-en-guac-to?--_who replies?_
And Sken-an-do-ah, was thy silver hair
Brought to the dust in sorrow and despair
By pale oppression, though thy bow was strong
To guard their Thirteen Fires?--they did not spare
E'en thee, old chieftain, and thy tuneful tongue
The death-dirge of thy race in measured cadence sung.