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

THE BETTER LAND. 237
The land and home of worthy braves,
By smiling meads and crystal lakes
Whose shores no angry billow laves,
Where War's wild turmoil never wakes ;
By tranquil streams that lightly sing,
The green Savannas murmuring through ;
Where on the scarcely ruffled spring
Still noiseless speeds the light canoe.
Though grief still sways with tyrant might.
Still binds the waiting years with pain,
Some solace for each lost delight
To see the loved ones smile again ;
To know they dwell immortal there,
Where bright the sunset glory smiles ;
Their wigwams
In Inigorio's Happy Isles.
built eternal are
And musing on the glory past,
The glory that the Ages wait,
This heart, despite its sorrow vast,
Again is reconciled with Fate ;
Nor other thought such comfort brings
As Ye that left us are not lost ;
But freely quaff life's deeper springs
Mid Oway-neo's Shining Host.