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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

Caughnawaga

By Louis Honoré Fréchette (1839–1908)

Paraphrased by Maurice Francis Egan

A WORLD in agony breathes its last sigh!

Gaze on the remnants of an ancient race,—

Great kings of desert terrible to face,

Crushed by the new weights that upon them lie;

Stand near the Falls, and at this storied place

You see a humble hamlet;—by-and-by

You’ll talk of ambuscades and treacherous chase.

Can history or sight a traitor be?

Where are the red men of the rolling plains?

Ferocious Iroquois,—ah, where is he?—

Without concealment (this for all our pains!)

The Chief sells groceries for paltry gains,

With English tang in speech of Normandy!