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

132 THE LEAGUE OF THE 1HOQUOIS.
Of the Magician's Daughter ;
she,
The Red Swan, whose gay plumage lent
A glory to the land and sea ;
Who, when his magic arrows spent,
Still on and on the hunter drew
And all his manly courage tried ;
Until, so brave was he and true,
He won the maiden for his bride.
And of the shining Stone Canoe,
Wherein the hapless lover passed
Into the Land of Souls, and saw
The maiden he had mourned,
the rest
That waits on all the good and brave,
Land where no parting is or pain ;
Returning thence across the wave
He trod this darkened Earth again.
Of Kwa-sind, Mana-bo-zho's friend,
So strong that mighty rocks he threw ;
Who freed the rivers, cleared the land,
And A-meek, King of Beavers, slew.
Who for his pride of strength and might,
For all his pride and boasting vain,
Was slain, alas ! in hate and spite
By little mean Puck-Wudj-ies slain.