Classic Poem

Upon the hills—back in oblivious year—
That o'er the Indian Susquehannah frown,
While starving hunters cooked a slaughtered deer
A gracious spirit came from heaven down,
And first thy seed from her fair hands was sown.
'Twas to reward them for a pious feat
She gave their duteous hearts this kindly cheer;
For, deeming that she smelled their savory meat
They, fasting, offered her the choicest bits to eat.