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

THE COMING OF HAYO-WENT-HA. 31
In that far time how long ago ?
What matters if I may not tell
How many suns ? enough to know
That of a truth it so befell ;
Of greatest deeds the world hath known,
Of hero-fame the most sublime,
The unremembered years alone
Have record ;
in that far-off time,
From Isles beyond the bound of day
Where dwells the mighty Wa-zha-wand,
A magic Chee-maun, far away,
Wide-parting from the Shining Land,
A magic Chee-maun, winged with flame
And light and fleet as morning sun,
Swift o'er the flashing billows came,
Nor paddle had
nor need of one.
And Him alone it lightly bore,
Bright speeding on the foaming flood,
Him from that far-off fairer shore
Him, Hayo-went-ha, great and good ;
Low-journeying from Love's radiant place
The people of the wild to bless ;
His brethren of the Dusky Race
The dwellers in the wilderness.