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

SONG OF HAYO-WENT-HA. 63
Nor what time unto the sunset
Land I strayed,
Saw I ever by the wigwam's
Mat and shade,
Maid, that bearing meek and fitting
Would
Maiden's part,
the bride of Hayo-went-ha
Gladden more his home and heart.
What is to the meadow Seg-wun's
Warmth and light,
Fair Wo-ne-da softly shining,
To the night,
Would the cheerful smiles of Yong-we
Be mine own !
To the heart of Hayo-went-ha
To his wigwam waiting lone.
What unto the bow that draws it
Is the string,
String and bow unto the arrow
Everything ;
What is each unto the other,
Such are ye,
Shaped and wrought, Man and Woman !
To one use and destiny.