The City of the Kings

by A.G.Chester

Where the red Mohegan's wigwam stood beneath the friendly shade,
Where, with tomahawk and arrow, through the wilderness he stayed,
Where he skimmed the sparkling river, where his dusky children grew,
'Mid the music of the robin, and the incense of the dew,
Where he smoked the fragrant calumant and lit the council fires,
Standeth now the crowded city, with its many roofs and spires.


On the banks of the Yantic sleep Uncas, Owaneco and other famous sachems of the Mohegans and on Sachem's Plain Miantonomo of the Narragansetts was captured and slain. This is truely the City of the Kings.