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

30 THE LEAGUE OF THE IBOQVOIS.
While yet departed shades that roam
Or in more subtle forms abide,
Shades that alike in shadow-gloam
Or noontide sunshine darkly hide,
All shapes that are, were seen to be ;
Shapes robed in light whose forms of air
Our duller eyes no longer see,
Though thickly thronging everywhere ;
While yet to many a kindling eye
Fair in the sunset's painted show
Low bent the Spirit's Home, so nigh,
It glimmering seemed to faint and glow ;
So nigh that you might hear the call
Of long-departed braves, or stand
High on some mountain tree-top tall
And climb into the Better Land ;
Or far, with wondering sight, behold,
Lit by the ether's fiery bound,
Where dwell the mighty warriors old,
The fairer woods and Hunting Ground ;
Or see beyond the cloudy rack,
Through many a purple rift and rent,
Just by the day's departing track,
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Great Inigorio's shining tent ;