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

228 THE LEAGUE OF THE IKOQVOIS.
Oh !
to behold with clearer sight
The good that Providence designs ;
Unseen, or only in the light
That far along the ages shines ;
To know that nothing is of chance,
All evil for a purpose meant ;
That discipline of circumstance
Is evermore beneficent.
Oh !
for the faith to realize
The truth-illumined mind to know
That He, the only Good and Wise,
But portions each or weal or woe,
As joy or grief may nurture more
The Flower that springs from Virtue's root,
That blooms on Love's immortal shore,
And happiness its ripened fruit.
He, Oway-neo's Prophet true,
That hunter-bow and shaft had wrought ;
Who forth the Dusky Nations drew,
Them all the good of labor taught ;
Who strengthened
all the weaker hands,
Who greatest in the Council stood,
Who gathered all the scattered bands
Into a noble Brotherhood ;