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

HAYO-WENT-HA'S
MOURNING.
To THE MIDNIGHT'S brooding star
Brightly Onondaga shows ;
On Yo-non-to's summit far
Faintly dim the watch-fire glows ;
Lone the Ko-ko-ko-ho's call
Echoes from the rocky steep ;
Hoarse the Wa-wa's honkings fall
Sad along the lonely deep.
Lo !
upon the shining sands
Hayo-went-ha lingers late ;
Lone the mighty Chieftain stands
Brooding dark his sorrow great ;
On his royal mantle fair
Sparkles many a costly gem ;
0-jis-hon-da brightly there
Twinkle in each beaded hem.