American Indians - Vanishing Race

A beautiful poem about the lost race who once inhabited what we now call America.

Ella Higginson 1860-1940

Into the shadows, whose illumined crest
Speaks fo the world behind them where the sun
Still shines for us whose day is not yet done.

Those last dark ones go drifting. East or West
or North or South-it matters not; their quest
is toward the shadows whence it was begun;
Hope in it, Ag my broters! there is none;
And yet - they only seek a place to rest

So mutely, uncomplainingly, they go!
How shall it be with us when they are gone,
When they are but a memory and a name?
May not those mriunful etes to phasntoms grow-
When, wrongedand lonely, they have drifted on
Into the voiceless shadow whence they came?