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

SPEECH OF HAYO-WENT-UA. 161
May He, Oway-neo great,
Smile upon your Council-flame,
And his blessing on you wait
Heighten more your noble fame ;
May you clvrell, your sorrows passed,
Happy in the hunter-chase ;
And your foot-steps tread at last
Inigorio's Shining Place.
But dissevered, evermore
On you shall the fiery frown
Of the angry Spirit pour ;
War and famine darken down
Over all your goodly land,
Now the land of noble braves ;
And your wigwams ruined stand,
Ruined by dishonored graves !
Often, in war's wild array,
Shall your dread Algonquin foe
Come
as he has come to-day
Filling all the land with woe.
Or, again, more fierce and bold,
Come the Adirondack fell,
You as from your homes of old
From this fairer land expel.
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