Classic Poem

The Indian calls! Grant him a place of rest,
From wrong, and violence forever free;
Grant him a portion of the boundless West,
Where he may dwell, and learn to live like thee.
There let him learn to till the fruitful soil,
Subdue his passions fierce by reason's sway;
And find how vast the gains of patient toil,
And all his nobler energies display.
There let him learn it was not all a dream,
His fathers taught him of the Indian's heaven;
That there, beyond the mighty western stream,
That home of rest may yet to him be given;
Where he shall know His love, who died for all,
And on his Heavenly Father learn to call.