"They haunt your breezy hillsides, green vales and thundering floods,
They linger by your gliding streams and mid your moss-draped woods,
They sit beside your green old graves in shadow and in sheen,
And move among your household gods though voiceless and unseen.
Then ye who make your happy homes where once their homes have been,
Deem also this your heritage, to keep their memories green,
To shield within your heart of hearts, the glorious trust ye hold,
And bear unstained the names they bore, those brave, proud men of old."
--Cornelia Huntington (1803-1890)