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

230 THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQUOIS.
Nor his alone :
where brightly laves
The sea of gold that fairer shore,
I see the well-remembered braves,
The mighty of the days before ;
There in the Spirit's Shining Home
They dwell, all the departed great ;
The wider Hunting Grounds they roam,
More glorious in their after-state.
There do I see, with gleaming crest,
In all the lofty pride he bore,
Great Ot-o-tar-ho, he whose breast
Of living snakes the cordon wore ;
Whose bowls and spoons from which he fed-
His dishes all
were carved and wrought
Out of the skulls of warriors dead,
The trophies from the battle brought. 69
There all the Ot-o-tar-ho line,
Seen on Tradition's fading page ;
Names that, however dim they shine,
Make regal that heroic age,
When boldest heart and strongest hand
Alone might cope with monsters dread ;
With Serpent fierce that roamed the land,
With Giant huge, or Flying Head.