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

174 THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQUOIS.
Again, the Council called, he broke
The silence with his manly word. .
Though Hayo-went-ha little spoke,
The waiting braves, that eager heard,
Rapt hung upon his every tone
With reverence not unmixed with awe ;
As if in him, so proud to own
Their chieftain, they their savior saw.
"Brothers ! wherefore should I speak ?
More can Hayo-went-ha say ?
You the after-thought
is weak
Heard his word of yesterday ;
Heard what Hayo-went-ha spake,
Word of Hayo-went-ha true ;
Shall to-day the Council break,
But to-day is left to do.
" Fair the smiles that on us fall
From Great Oway-neo won ;
Lo his !
cloudy garments all
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Has he taken from the sun ;
He that sees with clearer sight,
Knowing all our heart's desire,
Mildly, with approving light,
Brightens on our Council Fire.