When the last Red Man has perished

“When the last Red Man shall have perished,
and the memory of my tribe
shall have become a myth among the White Men,
these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe,
and when your children’s children think themselves alone in the field,
the store, the shop, upon the highway,
or in the silence of the pathless woods,
they will not be alone.
In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude.
At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent
and you think them deserted,
they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them
and still love this beautiful land.
The White Man will never be alone.
Let him be just and deal kindly with my people,
for the dead are not powerless.

Dead, did I say? – There is no death, only a change of worlds.”

Chief Seattle

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