Equestrian Statue by James Earl Fraser at the Entrance to the

Court of Palms in the P. P. I. E.

By Stanton Elliot

The hope that held thee to thy course is spent,
As when the sun has reached the brink of day,
And weary night obliterates the way
That led thee on a barren trail's descent.
Resolve which spurred thee now is impotent
To stir thy shattered spirit's blind dismay,
And faith no longer holds her tortured prey
To paths that fate has made indifferent.

Thy race is run. No longer shall a goal
Betray a sleepless pulse, nor any meed
Of joy enmesh desire. There is no need
Within thy deep despair that could enroll
Thee in life's lists, nor rouse thee to some deed
Of greatness that would animate thy soul.

Fish Wolf Robe addressing Blackfeet Indians at a council. Right to leftCream Antelope, Medicine Owl, Chief Gambler, Lazy Boy, Two Guns White