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

14:0 THE LEAGUE OF THE IPOQUOIS.
And forth again the wondrous barge
From out its secret place he brought ;
Bore softly to the pebbly marge
The bark by mystic fingers wrought
The Chee-maun blest of Manito,
That paddle-bearing hand had none,
Yet fleetly on, and onward drew
When Hayo-went-ha willed it on ;
That bore him in the days before,
In radiant summers long agone,
To fair Ti-o-to's pebbly shore,
When, lit with love's awakening dawn,
It glowed as Oway-neo there
Had built his wigwam
on the strand.
Oh, love can make the common rare
Make every land a summer-land !
It erst had many a storm withstood ;
Him with his mighty bow it bore
To slay the monsters of the flood,
Great Ke-ka-dah-nong on the shore ;
And far on many a stranger sea,
Wherever most might knowledge loose
Her sacred seal, or glory be ;
But now should prove
its nobler use.