Elizabeth Margaret Chandler,
Poetical Works — The Appeal of the Choctaw
“ We cannot love the beauteous spot, To us the great Manitto gave it not!What care we for those prairies wide? Our fathers never hunted there;— Those cavern echoes ne'er, in pride, Flung back their wild halloo of war. Those wooded glens, and shaded streams, Came never to our children's dreams; Nor have we, in our young hearts’ glee, Loved, like familiar friends, each rock and tree. ”
