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

THE LEAGUE OF THE IROQUOIS.
Once again, as in the vision
Her I see
Bearing all love's toil and labor
Cheerfully ;
Break the sticks and patient bear them
From the wood ;
Build the fire, make bright the wigwam,
As the forest-maiden should. 22
Or when Seg-wun from the South-land
Far had come,
Tending glad the corn upspringing,
Stir the loam ;
Or in days the Falling-leaf Moon
More endears,
Pluck the mighty Maize at harvest
Bearing home the ripened ears.
And the maid, Nyah-tah-wanta,
Dwelling nigh
Where Ti-o-to's billows, chafing,
Moan and sigh,
She the bride of Hayo-went-ha ?
Who may tell ?
She is of my noble People
ONGUE HONWE that is well. 23