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

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And over Hayo-went-ha's soul
The mighty tides of anguish swept ;
He bowed him to their fierce control,
And sorely sorrow-stricken wept ;
And grief from bravest hearts outpoured
Rang piercing through the frightened air ;
Till waking Echo, weeping, heard
The wail and lamentation there.
Three days he wept beside the sea,
He wept till he could weep no more ;
Three days of tearful agony
Prostrate he lay along the shore ;
Nor tasted food day after day,
Bemoaning wild her sadder fate ;
He nothing spake as dead he lay,
Heart-broken and disconsolate.
And Nature, grieving, mourned with him :
As brooding her untimely doom,
The saddened watch-fire flickered dim,
The midnight wore a deeper gloom ;
The Moon her cloudy mantle drew
In sorrow for the stricken Chief;
The darkened woods, the long night through,
Stood silent in the hush of grief.
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