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

208 THE LEAGUE OF THE IEOQUOIS.
And forth again the wondrous barge
From out its secret place he brought ;
Bore softly to the pebbly marge
The bark by mystic fingers wrought ;
The Chee-maun blest of Manito,
Nor paddle had
nor need of one,
That swiftly on, and onward drew
When Hayo-went-ha willed it on.
It erst had many a storm withstood ;
Him with his mighty bow it bore
To slay the monsters of the flood ;
And, oft in halcyon days before,
To far Ti-o-to, bright impearled,
When love lit all the pebbly strand :
Love !
that beautifies the world
Makes every land a summer-land !
Upon the flaming wings of morn,
With valor's quickened pulse imbued,
Oft to the Council-place had borne
Him, Hayo-went-ha, great and good ;
And far on many a stranger sea :
Wherever most might knowledge loose
Her sacred seal, or glory be ;
But now should prove its nobler use.