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

THE COMING O/-' HAYO-WENT-1I A. 35
Glad verdured smiled the wooded hills
With many a grassy intervale ;
Bright interlaced with sparkling rills
And crossed by moccasined hunter's trail ;
The home of many a swarthy band
Afar the greening valley showed ;
And seeing such a goodly land,
He, Hayo-went-ha, there abode.
His Chee-maun, blest of Manito,
That paddle-bearing hand had none,
But swiftly on the billows drew
With him who lightly willed it on,
That bore him from the Shining Land
From far beyond the halls of day,
Thence drew he on the pebbly sand
And hid from curious eyes away.
And braves whose sight for joy was dim
Looked on him with a glad surprise ;
With friendly speech they welcomed him
The noble stranger, good and wise.
In him they saw, foretold of old
In fable, oracle and song,
The chieftain great, the warrior bold,
The leader they had waited long.
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