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

24 THE LEAGUE OF THE JROQUOIS.
Though still I see fond yearning eyes
Full-brimming Avith love's tender bliss,
No other orbs so fair may rise
As hers that lit the Avilderness.
And mid the throng, that onward bears
With hurrying like the hurrying waves,
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manly form such greatness wears
As slumbers in the olden graves.
By wooded hills and greening vales
That more the mournful Past endears,
I con the half-forgotten tales,
Time-worn and blotted all with tears,
Of chieftains brave, of warriors bold :
While to my deeply-visioned ken
All forms the best beloved of old
That fairer Fore-World throng again.
Of maidens smiling as the sun
By home-bright tents that glimmering show;
Of painted braves that leap and run
Or fearless draw the warrior-bow.
Of youths with fiery hearts and great
Who win the hunter's proudest fame,
Returning from the chase elate,
Full-laden with the hunter's game.