The league of the Iroquois and other legends : from the Indian muse

THE LEAGUE OF THE IBOQUOIS.
Enough when Hayo-went-ha came
:
Home from Ti-o-to far away,
Enhaloed as with robe of flame,
The splendor of love's risen day,
His every heightened manly grace
Bespoke how well the wooing sped ;
Foretold the glory of his face
Nyah-tah-wanta he would wed.
And many an after day it grew
That larger brightness brightened more,
When at the dawn he came and drew
His Chee-niaun to the pebbly shore ;
As if with heart of love elate
Its barky sides more lightly pressed
The springing tide, as loth to wait
To bear him on his loving quest.