Bright Alfarata

"We will be known forever by the tracks we leave."

-American Indian proverb

Wild roved an Indian girl

Bright Alfarata,

Where sweep the waters

of the blue Juniata;

Swift as an antelope,

Through the forest going,

Loose were her jetty locks

In wavy tresses flowing.

Indian Maiden With A Squirrel
R. Atkinson Fox
(1920)

Gay was the mountain song

Of bright Alfarata,

Where sweep the waters

Of the blue Juniata;

Strong and true my arrows are.

In my painted quiver,

Swift goes my light canoe,

Down the rapid river.

Indian In Canoe
Frank Earle Schoonover

Bold is my warrior good,

The love of Alfarata

Proud waves his snowy plume,

Along the Juniata;

Soft and low he speaks to me,

And then his war-cry sounding

Rings his voice in thunder loud,

From height to height resounding.

Thus sang the Indian girl,

Bright Alfarata,

Where sweep the waters

Of the blue Juniata;

Fleeting years have born away

The voice of Alfarata

Still sweeps the river on

Blue Juniata

The Juniata, Evening

Thomas Moran

(1864)