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

58 THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQUOIS.
The mighty yield alone to thee,
Their proudest gifts on beauty wait ;
And Oway-neo's Prophet he
He, Hayo-went-ha good and great,
Would woo and wed a mortal bride ;
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Low in a world with sorrow rife
Would all the after years abide ;
Would dwell content in lowly life.
Human Heart !
the heart Divine
Too hath its anguish to confess ;
Yon radiant sun must burn to shine ;
And in the heavenly realms no less
Some loss the price of every gain ;
Clothed with this frailer being, so
To medicine our mortal pain,
Immortals taste of mortal woe.