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

232 THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQCOIS.
And in the ages dawning bright
Shall truth-illumined Sages rise,
Who, walking in the widening light
With wiser mind and clearer eyes,
With baser bigot-sight unvexed,
Shall, conning deep each fading scroll,
Find many a love-inspiring text,
The offspring of thy nobler soul.
There He nor bearing crimson stain
Who bade the war-ax dread atone
For all his kindred wanton slain ;
His Nation's woes wept in his own.
I see that form pathetic stand ;
I hear " : Of all my kindred, none
Are left alive in all the land !
For Logan who will mourn ?
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not one.
There He, Oneida's noblest son,
That bold amid War's wild alarms
The warrior-hero's chaplet won,
When rose the Western World in arms ;
On battle-field, in Council-hall,
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Alike created to command
;
Who stood amid the sachems all,
The wisest chieftain in the land.