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

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Bright in the sunset's fading flame
Stood pictured on the farthest sky,
With to-tems of his race and name,
A shining wigwam, wide and high ;
And on its glowing sides were shown
All birds and beasts all symbols whence
The greatly wise may draw alone
The mystery of the hidden sense.
She felt the tender yearnings draw
That know nor color, clime nor race ;
And from the parted door she saw
Love beckon from her waiting-place ;
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Oh !
sweetly shone the couch and mat,
For such a manly form was there ;
And in the fire-light, smiling, sat
A little maid, and all was fair.
And still the years new beauty lent :
In cheerful toil that glad beguiled
Her maiden cares, she came and went,
Far-brightening all the lonely wild ;
Her sire, as she more lovely grew,
Oft musing with a father's pride,
Said "He must noble be and true
Who seeks my darling
for his bride."
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