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

64 THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQUOIS.
Oway-neo, Thou the Mighty
High above,
Hayo-went-ha's hope is only
In thy love ;
Thou alone canst yield the dear one
To his sight ;
Let thy wiser spirit lead him
Lead his wandering steps aright.
Now I mind me of a maiden,
So they say,
Where Tio-to softly murmurs
All the day
To the sighing, sad Ogh-ne-ta
Greening there,
Dwells the beauteous Kax-aa,
Nyah-tah-wanta, good
she
and fair.
Oh how oft some chiefest blessing
We go by,
Never even of it dreaming,
Though so nigh;
Till some happy hour reveals it,
When we say
Not "Thou Oway-neo blessed !"
"A happy day."
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