The song of the ancient people . terraced towns uprose ;But when the stress of war was past, To the lowlands glad we went,For the plain — the plain is ourdomain,The home of our hearts content;And here, O brothers, let us dwell And find at last repose,By towering Ta-ai-yal-lo-ne, And the river that westward goes !For the roads were long and rough wetrodTo our fields of clustering corn,21 - Bfw. w MB Ml Pf nt% ^ \ m * ^^r uT-sWJl __\ Wqt Ancient people And our women grew old ere youthwas spent,As wearily, night and morn,They climbed the steep with theearthen jars,Slow-filled, to the very brim,Fr
The song of the ancient people . terraced towns uprose ;But when the stress of war was past, To the lowlands glad we went,For the plain — the plain is ourdomain,The home of our hearts content;And here, O brothers, let us dwell And find at last repose,By towering Ta-ai-yal-lo-ne, And the river that westward goes !For the roads were long and rough wetrodTo our fields of clustering corn,21 - Bfw. w MB Ml Pf nt% ^ \ m * ^^r uT-sWJl __\ Wqt Ancient people And our women grew old ere youthwas spent,As wearily, night and morn,They climbed the steep with theearthen jars,Slow-filled, to the very brim,From the trickling springs at themesa footIn the willow thickets was when seen from the loftiestpeakThe realm was all our own,And only the words of the A-shi-wi To the four winds were known; —Ours were the veins of silver;The rivers bounteous flowFilling the maze of our water-ways From the heights to the vales below;The plains outspreading to the sky, The crags, the canons gloom,The cedar shades, the pifion groves,22. Wqt #nctmt people The mountain meadows bloom ;Nay, even the very Sun was ours, Above us circling slow !And now . . and now . . from thelowest hill Your pastures we descry ;Your speech is borne on every breeze That blows the mesas by;Our deep canals are furrows faint On the wide and desert plain;Of the grandeur of our temple-walls But mounds of earth remain,And over our altars and our graves Your towns rise proud and high!The bison is gone, and the antelope And the mountain sheep will follow,And all our lands your restless bands Will search from height to hollow;And the world we knew and the lifewe lived Will pass as the shadows fly23 Qfyt ancient people When the morning wind blows freshand freeAnd daylight floods the for us who once were lords Of stream and peak and plain ! . .By ages done, by Star and Sun, We will not brook disdain !No! though your strength were thou-sand-foldFrom farthest main to main ;For we are the Ancient People,Born with
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