forest Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo, Level spread the lake before him; From the brow of Hiawatha In this manner, and with such salutations, was Father Marquette received by the Illinois. See his Voyage et Découvertes, Section V. Both the palms spread out against it, As it falls and flecks an oak tree Through the rifted leaves and branches. O'er the water floating, flying, Something in the hazy distance, Something in the mists of morning, Loomed and lifted from the water, Now seemed floating, now seemed flying, Coming nearer, nearer, nearer. It was neither goose nor diver, He the Priest of Prayer, the Paleface, With his guides and his companions. face, With the cross upon his bosom, Then the joyous Hiawatha answer, Stammered in his speech a little, Peace of Christ, and joy of Mary !" Water brought in birchen dippers, In a circle round the doorway, With their pipes they sat in silence, Waiting to behold the strangers, Waiting to receive their message; Till the Black-Robe chief, the Paleface, From the wigwam came to greet them, | Stammering in his speech a little, Told his message to the people, How he rose from where they laid him, Walked again with his disciples, And the chiefs made answer, say ing: "We have listened to your message, We have heard your words of wisdom, We will think on what you tell us. Then they rose up and departed Each one homeward to his wigwam, To the young men and the women Told the story of the strangers Whom the Master of Life had sent them From the shining land of Wabun. Heavy with the heat and silence Grew the afternoon of Summer; With a drowsy sound the forest Whispered round the sultry wig Breaking through its shields of | Launched his birch canoe for sail shadow, Rushed into each secret ambush, Searched each thicket, dingle, hollow; Still the guests of Hiawatha Slumbered in the silent wigwam. From his place rose Hiawatha, Bade farewell to old Nokomis, Spake in whispers, spake in this wise, Did not wake the guests, that slumbered : "I am going, O Nokomis, On a long and distant journey, To the portals of the Sunset, To the regions of the home-wind, Of the Northwest wind, Keewaydin. But these guests I leave behind me, In your watch and ward I leave them; See that never harm comes near them, See that never fear molests them, Forth into the village went he, Bade farewell to all the warriors, Bade farewell to all the young men, Spake persuading, spake in this wise : "I am going, O my people, On a long and distant journey; Many moons and many winters Will have come, and will have vanished, Ere I come again to see you. From the land of light and morning!" On the shore stood Hiawatha, ing, From the pebbles of the margin Shoved it forth into the water; Whispered to it, "Westward ! westward!' And with speed it darted forward. And the evening sun descending Set the clouds on fire with redness, Burned the broad sky, like a prairie, Left upon the level water One long track and trail of splendor, Down whose stream, as down a river, Westward, westward Hiawatha Till the birch canoe seemed lifted Like the new moon slowly, slowly Screamed, Farewell, O Hiawa Thus departed Hiawatha !" Turned and waved his hand at To the Islands of the Blessed, parting; On the clear and luminous water To the Kingdom of Ponemah, To the land of the Hereafter ! MISCELLANEOUS. THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH. UNDER a spreading chestnut tree His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, It sounds to him like her mother's voice, Singing in Paradise! He needs must think of her once more, How in the grave she lies: And with his hard, rough hand he wipes A tear out of his eyes. Toiling, rejoicing,-sorrowing, Onward through life he goes; Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close; And looks the whole world in the Something attempted, something face, done, Has earned a night's repose. Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend, For the lesson thou hast taught ! | Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and thought! ENDYMION. THE rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown between. And silver white the river gleams, On such a tranquil night as this, She woke Endymion with a kiss, When, sleeping in the grove, He dreamed not of her love. 223 Like Dian's kiss, unaskt, unsought, It comes, the beautiful, the free, In silence and alone To seek the elected one. It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep, Are Life's oblivion, the soul's sleep, And kisses the closed eyes Of him, who slumbering lies. O, weary hearts! O, slumbering eyes! O, drooping souls, whose destinies No one is so accurst by fate, But some heart, though un- Responds unto his own. Responds, -as if with unseen wings, An angel touched its quivering strings: And whispers in its song, 46 Where hast thou stayed so long !" Too long did it remain! So long, that both by night and day All things rejoice in youth and love, It ever comes again. The fulness of their first delight! |