Mapping Indigenous Poetry of North America, 1830-1924

"Our Tribe..." by C.H. Campbell

Our tribe could once of many warriors boast,
When first the pale face came upon our coast;
But war is not the business now of life,
For we have long since ceased from bloody strife. 
The pale face now are strong, and we are free;
As they have progress made, so we must do—
Must learn to cultivate the mind, the soil,
And reconcile ourselves to honest toil.
We otherwise can ne'er expect to be
A prosperous people, virtuous, happy, free.
 

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