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

WINONA.
AFAR, where Pepin's waters flow
By many a beetling turret steep,
With glimmering turrets far below
Reflected in the glimmering deep,
The rocky heights sad memories stir
Of one with faithful heart and true,
The maiden, dear Winona, her
The stranger Chieftain came to woo.
A warrior bold, of presence proud,
The Chief of all the Northern Wood ;
To him the braves in reverence bowed
Or reverent in his presence stood ;
His breast of many a battle showed,
War waged with many a swarthy band ;
And presents rare he free bestowed
In barter for the maiden hand.