Did Earth Ever See On Thy Prairie'S Line Tribes Older Than Thine, Old Chief Of The Cree? "Before Us We Know Of None Who Lived Here; Our Shafts Bade Them Go. "But Others Have Share Of Lake And Of Land, A Swift-Footed Band No Arrow Can Scare. "Their Coming Has Been When Flowers Are Gay; On Islet And Bay Their Footprints Are Seen. "There Dance Little Feet Light Grasses They Break; Beneath The Blue Lake Must Be Their Retreat. "We Listen, And None Hears Ever A Sound; But Where, Lily-Crowned, Floats The Isle In The Sun, "Three Children We See Like Sunbeams At Play. And, Voiceless As They, Dogs Bounding In Glee. "Of Old They Were There! Ever Young, Who Are These Whom Death Cannot Seize? What Spirits Of Air?"