THE MORGAN HOESE. 81 



LAST MESSAGE OP ETHAN ALLEN. 



" I stand and gaze to the eastward, 

 O'er prairies rolling and low ; 

 Seeking in vain for the mountains 

 And the friends of long ago. 



And I long for the evergreen forests, 



For the sound of the brooklet's rill; 

 And a draught of the sparkling water 



Prom the spring at the foot of the hill. 



Time is fleeting, years are passing, 



Tears are dropping; I'm alone; 

 Quite forgotten, thinking, longing, 



For my loved Green Mountain home, 



When my form was lithe and youthful, 



Like the Indian's supple bow; 

 When my flight was like the eagle's, 



Or the lightning's vivid glow. 



Days of triumph, days of victory, \ 



Dexter beaten, 'spite the taunt: 

 ' He is nothing but a Morgan 



Who is fighting for Vermont.' 



I can hear the joyous shouting, 



I can see the flowers they bring 

 To deck their own, loved Ethan Allen, 



Crowned that day ' The Morgan King.' 



Tell me, have they quite forgotten 



All the deeds that I have done ? 

 Do they think of Ethan Allen 



At the setting of the sun ? " 



