| William Wilfred Campbell, comp. The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse. 1913. | | | | The Red Men | | By Charles Sangster (1822–1893) |
| | | MY footsteps press where, centuries ago, | |
| The Red Men fought and conquered; lost and won. | |
| Whole tribes and races, gone like last year’s snow, | |
| Have found the Eternal Hunting-Grounds, and run | |
| The fiery gauntlet of their active days, | 5 |
| Till few are left to tell the mournful tale: | |
| And these inspire us with such wild amaze | |
| They seem like spectres passing down a vale | |
| Steeped in uncertain moonlight, on their way | |
| Towards some bourne where darkness blinds the day, | 10 |
| And night is wrapped in mystery profound. | |
| We cannot lift the mantle of the past: | |
| We seem to wander over hallowed ground: | |
| We scan the trail of Thought, but all is overcast. | | | | |
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