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

HAYO-WENT-HA'S PARTING WORDS. 199
All the flinty missiles wrought ;
Shaped the arrow, strung the bow
With such mighty blessings fraught ;
All their use he showed to you.
All the good of labor born :
How to mellow well the fields ;
How to tend the springing corn,
That such grateful bounty yields.
Now, where in remembered years
Only frightful monsters trod,
Shine great 0-nust's luscious ears,
Scho-ta-sa-min's wondrous pod ;
And the farthest valleys show
Fair in Autumn's windy days
Happy maids that come and go,
Bearing home tho ripened maize.
Often, where might knowledge show
JMost her sacred mystery
Unto him that yearns to know,
In his Chee-maun journeyed he
Far away ; again returned :
Seeking wisdom sought to find ;
More life's deeper secrets learned,
Bringing thence a wiser mind.