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

Who holds this but a doubtful creed :
All sorrow hath its use and need;
TJie keenest anguish, most intense
That ever suffering bosom bore,
Its after-joy may heighten more;
No pain but hath its recompense.
And you, tender Soul ! if such
There be, who never felt the touch
Of sore affliction's sting and stnart,
Had never sorrow to assuage ;
Turn back,
nor read this tearful page-
This story of a broken heart.