Logan Elm

[1] The Logan Elm State Memorial commemorates the site and preserves various associated markers and monuments.

Col. Cresap, the last spring, in cold blood, and unprovoked, murdered all the relations of Logan, not sparing even my women and children.

In stately majesty it stands, Its sturdy branches spread As if to cloister in its folds The living and the dead; Time and the ruthless hands of men It mates have known, Until it rears its hoary head In solitude alone.

When Logan stood Beneath thy kindly shade, He little dreamed his eloquence For him a shrine had made; Tho' many moons have waxed and waned Since he, his story told, The great tree flourishes as green As in the days of old.

'Tis said when Indian Summer blooms Are tinting hills and downs, The spirit of the warrior comes Back from his "hunting grounds" To smoke once more "the pipe of peace" Beneath this ancient tree, That stands a land-mark and a shrine To the Mingo's memory.