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Came strange and pale-faced men, who sought a way To other lands behind the setting sun,
And far beyond the red men's furthest ken. 'Twas pearls, and gold, and precious stones, they craved; And 'mong them came some pure and gallant men, As brave Moreau, Perrot, and Joliet, Tonti, La Salle, and pious Pere Marquette.
Beside the Calumet, a limpid stream,
Lay long encamped the vanguard of the host That from the old world's teeming multitudes
Came hitherward, where stands the pride and boast Of all the shining cities of the earth,
That live and flourish since the ancient day When Rome sat on her seven clustered hills,
To hold, as mistress proud, her regal sway; And this was " Getchi-ka-go," in the song Of Inini, " great, beautiful and strong."
To all the region of the Inini,
For France, and in her robber monarch's name, Amid Te Deums loud, and by the cross
And churchly rite, the voyageurs laid claim. Then came the hordes of monstrous greed and crime
From Europe's shores, and all their vices spread, In vile contagion, 'mong the native tribes;