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

HAYO-WENT-HA'S JOURNEYING. 57
nobler Soul !
that glory fires,
High summering on the hills of fame,
Within a deeper breast aspires
And glows love's rapt, undying flame ;
How frequent to thy vision starts
The dearer light of loving eyes ;
Thou hidest in thy
heart of hearts
The burning wish that never dies.
For dearer than all precious store,
Or pride of station, name or race,
Or warrior-fame, or wisdom's lore,
Were wifely smile and matron grace ;
The pretty darling's winsome ways,
The pattering of the tiny feet,
To while and charm the lonely days
And make the wigwam's joy complete.
Though greatly wise to teach and bless,
And first in Council-place to move,
Knew he the yearning need no less
Of gentle Yong-we's heart of love.
More sweet the home-delighting tone
Thau far-resounding glory-call ;
Woman !
thou art great alone
Dost reign supremely over all.