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

148 THE LEAGUE OF THE IBOQVOIS.
Along the sea more lonesome woke
The moaning of the lonely Mahng ;
The great Da-hin-da's hoarser croak
From out the brake more doleful rang ;
The Ko-ko-ko-ho's mournful hoot
Blent with the Wa-won-ais-se's moan ;
The troubled waves, with swash and bruit,
Lapsed with a wailing undertone.
The while the Council still delayed,
Delayed his wiser speech to hear,
When he his deeper grief had stayed.
At length to him with words of cheer
Came the kind-hearted Hosee Noke ;
His head upraising from the ground,
He unto Hayo-went-ha spoke,
Who thence a little comfort found.
Where he had lain upon the sands
He sat ; his trembling knees he pressed ;
His gray locks, in tear-tangled strands,
Fell down upon that aching breast.
But broken was that spell ;
allayed
His grief ;
him meat they brought and bread ;
He, sitting mute, his hunger stayed,
And eating, more was comforted.