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

THE COUNCIL. 149
Erelong amid that faithful band
He stood as one for honor meet,
Majestic, fitted to command ;
Once more with quickened pulses beat
His heart within a tranquil breast ;
More brightly glowed his prophet-face,
As he the joy and peace possessed
Of Oway-neo's Shining Place.
Prophet Soul !
to thee allowed,
As ever to the good and wise,
To see beyond the storm and cloud
The glimmer of the morning-rise ;
And loss like thine, that deeply grieves
The heart that most may love confess,
Upon the chastened spirit leaves
The seal of every nobleness.
And if his thought still wandered prone
To her, the darling little maid,
Or her, the mother far and lone,
No truant tear his grief betrayed.
The warrior brave alone was seen ;
His very step so free and bold
Or where he sat, his lofty mien,
Alone of valorous purpose told.