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

u Yet spake Osseo words of cheer ;
" And with a cry he broke the spell
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THE AFTER-DAYS. 129
" Oh, noiie indeed did ever know
Such straight and tall and handsome man,
With all the fleetness of the Roe
With all his strength come back again
!
" Alas ! the magic witchery
That unto him such beauty lent,
Made her, his dearest Oweenee,
Decrepid, wrinkled, old and bent.
He called her still each tender name,
He called her Nee-nee-moosh-a dear-
He called her sweetheart all the same.
u
Though they, the Evil Powers, did mar
Her every feature, he could see
Within and shining like a star,
All lovely still, his Oweenee.
Lo !
all the wrinkled ugliness
Fell from her like a garment fell,
Left only beauty's charm and grace.