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

100 THE LEAGUE OF THE IBOQUOIS.
Where the murmuring Yo-yo-hon-to through the glade,
Softly singing, smiling lingers in the shade,
Have I seen a lovely maiden look at me
;
If she is Nyah-tah-wanta, she is pretty,
I can see.
And the streamlet's tinkling murmur, rippling, rippling,
Seems to tell ;
u Hayo-went-ha come to woo Nyah-tah-wanta,
That is well."
He the Chief of all our warriors ?
so they say;
All the OXGUE HONWE People own his sway;
Seems to me, he surely can't be or, for pride
He would seek some noble &ax-aa, queenly maiden,
For his bride.
Mud-je-ke-wis, in the cedars, sighing, sighing,
Seems to tell :
" Hayo-went-ha come to woo Nyah-tah-wanta,
That is well."
Simple maid Nyah-tah-wanta, but no less
Does she bear the heart of Yong-we, and would press,
All her own, the mother's darlings to her breast ;
On her dearest Nee-nee-moosh-a's brave and manly
Heart would rest.