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

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Yet not for Nature's loss alone
I share in Nature's grief and tears ;
Each wild beast fled or free bird flown
Love's deeper loss the more endears.
Each tenant of the woods and streams,
Linked to a fairer glory fled,
Unto
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the anguished spirit seems
A portion of the loved and dead.
Ere deep athwart night's sable gloom
With flashing like a falling star
First broke the cannon's awful boom,
Or venturous voyager's song afar,
The while his white sail fluttered free,
Or gay with moonlight silver furled,
Came o'er the softly -flowing sea
Like whispers from the under -world ;
Here by the flood the dusky brave
Looked from his wigwam's lowly door
To hear the sweetly vocal wave
Low -lapsing on a quiet shore ;
To see the days go tranquil by,
The starry nights in peaceful rest ;
As blest in Nature's lap to lie
As infant on its mother's breast.