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

THE BETTER LAND. 231
There all the mighty chieftains be
Of later days that dark unrolled ;
Whereof with tongue of Prophecy
The noble Hayo-went-ha told ;
When over all the land should tread
Should throng a People great and free ;
Thick as the leaves by Autumn shed,
Or as the pebbles by the sea.
Sa-go-ye-wat-ha, he is there ;
The warrior chieftain noble-born ;
Aye !
noble, if they noble be
Who hold ignobleness in scorn ;
Who stood in Council great, as they
That gifted are to lead and teach ;
A h'ery Soul that most could sway
All passions with the might of speech. 60
Who weakly owned no brother's Grod,
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Nor less adjudged for wisdom thence ;
Who firm the path of duty trod,
And wanting not in reverence ;
Unbowed in fear-inspiring awe,
Confessed no less the human need
Of love the first, the primal law :
More sacred than the doubtful creed.