Poems (Bass)/Where Passaconaway Was Wont to Stand
WHERE PASSACONAWAY WAS WONT TO STAND.
Where Passaconaway was wont to stand, Piercing the distance with intrepid eye. The teeming mills their rhythmic shuttles plyMany knelt subservient to the handOf that good sachem of a noted band; But labor like a chieftain, leads us high, To fairer fields where richer guerdons lieThan he aspired to win; the bold demandOf Time is met by a triumphant throng Which presses onward, upward, evermore,And cities in their children true as strong Live worthy the brave men who marched before.Speeding the hum of Industry's glad song O'er heights the noble red man trod of yore.