Syracuse University - Onondagan Yearbook (Syracuse, NY)

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From this best-remembered hilltop, Whencc our beacon fires shone bright

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I 4 Whether leaves burned red and yellow, Then softly fell from the trees, Or the snow came blown in Hurries By the biting northern breezeg 'We would come from hill and valley, Silently as snowflakes fall, To the council tent at sunset, Gathering at the great chief's call. 'But our old chief heard a warninge- He had read it everywhere-- I-le had seen it in the heavens, He had felt it in the air: 'The Great Spirit had confirmed it, So our chieftain's hope was dead,- , White men soon will take our forests When the red man's blood is shed. 'They will kill the trees that shelter, They will dig and they will sow, And the white man's books of magic Take the place of warrior's bow.'

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,, 1 . I 'I' -f 'vi 15-7 1 kv Many, many moons have risen, Many suns have set since then, On these lands that Nature gave us Lives a different race of men. From this best-remembered hilltop Whence our beacon fires shone brigh The Great Spirit in His own way Sends forth beacon rays of light. Farther will He scatter darkness, Brighter will He send the truth, And will keep His fires fresh-kindled In the fervent hearts of youth. II: ri: ri: I!! Thus I hear them whisper, whisper, Till they fade away at last Leaving all the future brighter For these shadows of the past. A K s ' - ,' il A A t