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

26 THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQVOIS.
Whom most we love, the strong or great,
Or wise or good or beautiful,
For whom we strive, for whom we wait
To make life's
crowning glory full,
We all exalted souls would move
To love nor make love's virtue less ;
That so, through love these too may prove
Their own all heights of nobleness.
Love !
however much is left
In thee, love cannot cancel pain,
Sad solace of a heart bereft
Nor build the vanished years again,
Nor swiftly-lapsing life renew ;
Yet will I turn the fading Page
Once more ;
once more, and then adieu,
A last adieu thou Primal Age.