THE NEUTRALS.
Reading edition
By BEATRICE BARRY.
OURS is the "neutral nation" In this war that the white men wage, And we on the Reservation Care naught how the white men rage. Where are the forest spaces That the red man was free to roam? And what of the woodland places Where the red man made his home? Gone! There's a paleface house Where the brave had his strong tepee, And the white man's cattle browse Where the wild herds used to be. For our power sites he reaches While both smoothly he speaks and well Of the God whose love he teaches And whose justice he would tell. O Great White Spirit who rideth On the wings of the Winter gale, Though thy children's faith abideth, Alas! they have lost the trail.