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

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THE BRIDAL
WHAT time the Falling-leaf Moon hung
Her faintest crescent on the sky,
When to the woods the Home-wind sung
A sweetly soothing lullaby ;
He, Hayo-went-ha, rich arrayed
In royal mantle, woven fair,
Where bright in many a to-teni braid
Shone fierce the Tortoise, Wolf and Bear ;
In snowy leggins beaded grand,
The moccasins with the marvelous hem,
Upon his breast the wampum-band
Inwrought with many a curious gem ;
As musing on that dearer friend,
Or chance a deeper thought he bore
Of life, its duties, aim and end,
Trod proud the Onondaga shore.
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