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

HAYO-WENT-HA'S JOURNEYING.
His Chee-maun, blest of Manito,
That paddle-bearing hand had none,
Yet swiftly on the billows drew
With him who lightly willed it on ;
That bore him from the halls of day
Across the shining seas unknown,
He hid from curious eyes away-
Kept for its nobler use alone.
Yet oft, when in the rising dawn
He saw Yo-non-to looming large,
That bark, from secret place withdrawn,
He brought unto the waiting marge ;
And parting from the kindling shore
As with his quickening spirit rife,
It Hayo-went-ha proudly bore,
Went speeding like a thing
of life.