IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-S) h A i< i/.i fA 1.0 I.I 1^1 2^ |50 '"l^" mm 2.5 18 ^ lli U 1 1.6 "'m <^^ ^^w^ ^..7 Jh ^ cl ''^ ,>> /> '^> C^f' ■c^ -(S Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4S03 ^x o *% -'^'\ <6> m % -»-> / .^ pride ^id glide ew »oe, irt art ; I band — 5 bore ie shore iew Far in the shadowy grove. It seems to take some strange delight To sing its shrill song round at, night Where whispering lovers rove. The wild w.olf howls to hear its scream- But lo ! I see the sun's bright beam In eastern skies once more. Arise, dear James, and as we sail ril tell to you a mournful tale Ere we reach Pembroke shore. e; f ' ; ' i / / •7*^" ^ ■ ») i ^L ^..j^,- If" i r«W .J«<«»<«»»> Ui f/ "TiftS^^w / Canto i\t Jfirst. Oh where are those who now couH teU Of Indian Chief or bravo who fell Three hundred years ago. Or who the war-whoop raised on high Bener;th this bright Canadian sky 1 Come tell me if you know. *» I can" cried one, an aged man, Of palsied Hrab and withered hand, " Their graves 1 will you show ; Come ! go with me to yonder gla.le.. And there beneath the old oak shaci^j Lie bones bleachM white like snow, Tradition tells", the old man said, " Of this^Brave here, and how he bled ; He was a warrior firm and true As e'er loved i^aid or bow-string drew-— He could a hundred yards, I hear, B ng down a moose or fallow deer ; And his pure soul they ne'er could bribe- PoNAss was loved by all the tribe. y 10 '" "''^1""""' O'er with Sol's l,„ght beam. No darker ray to it was given !"'^"""'«"'y^P«-hot from Heaven, H" >va. the first who could espy A ""king foe With his dark eye, ^»<' than With „„,,,„„^^^,j f/l ^"''•''''"ioo forth he sprung Amidst the dark and mortal strife Wuh Tomahawk and scalping knife. And I have heard>y Father say Tlu. twenty ,op.k„,,,.i„^' I" '"""Ph he hath borne away. ^••^ here the Old man ,ave a Sigh And tears ,„d„p,^^„ onndmn's war, his grief or toils- Alas that e'eM had to (ell Those Wicked scene, by wood or dell ; They m.y„o:;piease the ear too well. Scalps I i ii lint to renew again my strain . PoNAss was lov'd throughoniikhe plain By lovely squaw or huntiaig swain. WovvAN was she a pretty maid Who always on her lov^ staid ; When on o hunting tour they'd go In winter wilds on frozen snow, 'Twas joy to see her dark loose hair Broad floating on the winter's air — With timid look and aspect mild She'd gaze on Ponass like a child, And then with Mj^sic's magic art She'd cheer his lonely drooping heart. There ne'er was Indian qiieen or king Had sweeter voice than her^ sing, And all the learning e'er she knew Was how to sew the bark canoe, Or set the traps for grizzly bears And artful fox or timid hares. She well knew how those gyves to mat Or skim across the deep blue lake : Those were her thoughts from morn night, And please Ponass then all was^right ; Yet still there was some unknown sorrow, Perhaps to-day, may be to-morrow, i\ ll'f 12 f 7" '''""«'' ^'W w», l,»ppy here, And w«h.d r„, „,„g,., ,„^ ^^^^^ _^ When beast and bird ,e.ire * •I'.; ' puraue .'> View ho sky, air ha»r. *f«i rockf, •ckar, r, )w«rs ► ' ' * "eet. I ear— Now tell me what will please the mind Of those whom fate hath blighted 1 To tell the Muse is oft inclined Where they some happy scenes may find, Yet still they are sihort-sighted, Not all the gems the mountain yiclos, Nor all the ficagrance of the fields, Till in death they are united. But onward still Ponass he hits, 'Mongst wounded men and dismal cries, Till on the spot where he last night Had taken such untimely flight, He paused a little now for breath And gazed around, but all was death. Then sitting down behind a mound The tears come trickling to the grotind j Such tear- worn lines you ne'er cotild ti^ce Before upon that manly face- Such noble looks were never given To vulgar souls this side of Heaven. rv 'I- 20 *"' where are all .►.„ ^-vercha„8l4':f;\'»|;'i...icr.^ ?<"-ev,„geZ5 ;;'"'- h,.b,..,. ^" Where death hV/t! '*''''''''■'«'' /" 21 The message which he was to bring, But^where'was Wowan and the King— Just like the maiden when a^eep, BriElit visions o'er her senses creep And bring her back to Childhood's hours, When she had^played among the bowers i But when the morning light appears Those happy days of younger years Are fled, and truth begins to beam That all was nothing but a dream- And many a sigh and many a loo.s Ponass cast on the gury^ling brook That ran in playful eddies by, Unconscious of his troubled sigh, As smoothly o'er its pebbly bed Its winding course it gently sped Through many a shady windmg glade Until it met the high cascade, Then o'er the rocks it spread in foam And left the timid eye to roam, •Whilst it in joyful madness crumbled The hardest rocks as down it tumbled. Bu* when it reached the level shore It murmured gently as before. Ponass though fierce as tiger Wild, Yet still he was Dame Nature's child, And well could rhyme on stream or nil With deep, profound, poetic skill. But now his only thoughts were bent 22 Were wl.?^ ^^ ''' ^' P"**^^. It never once did cro^, h O?" ''' '"'««'• »»J that full well Of every mca„,at,oa or spell ' His kaowleUge was bv „T Of every poifonoTwe'e "ITr^ '*=""' ^;P^'^^«h»d not long tojiv, |S9S--est. By living chief or 1 *"""'' ''« *»''' ^ s ^-niei, or warrior boM No cloud obscured th^ q , V 23 But Ponass watched willi steady eyo His course across the deep blue sky. And oft did wish he had the skill To drag him down behind the hill, And leave him nought but sta s above Till he would try to find his love ; For ne'er did Sun so slowly roil To any living, mortal soul. But evening grey at last came down Wltii sober sweetness on the ground j And all was calm, serene and still, Naught could be heard but whip-poor-will. Such scenes as these, we've oft been told, Are dearer to the heart than gold ; Yet groves or gold can ne'er impart Much pleasure to a drooping heart. No leaf did stir, nor breath of wind Blew through the vale tha,t night. The worn-out hare and hungry hind, They thought their foes were far behind And slept 'neath the pale star-lit,ht ; But the iavage wolf and the bear ICept gnashing the teeth in t' "'r head, They had risen and left their lair By the scent of the tainted dead. But oh how short was their repose ! They awoke from sleep and heard their foes Eat the warrior slain that bled ! But there was one that did not sleep — I ....tvt'^'^' ' '; 24 Poiiass his faithful watch did keen, Jt was just now the midnight hour, And heavy clouds began to lour, J hen Ponass gently glides away 7'J^^^^ Cat steals upon its prey, Where all his foes were sleeping sound iheir bows and arrows on the ground Were carelessly all strewn arotmd. -Their upturned faces to the skies, As If cold death had sealed their eves. But oh what horrorniet his view " When stiffand cold as lead • Upon the wild flowers there that grew Fresh blood-stain drops instead of'dew. Where'er his footsteps tread. For here- within this fatal r in-- Lay his dear Wowan, and the King- Alas ! they both are dead ' This was no time lor con^ard fear, 10 daub his cheeks with childish tears Some wild flowers he did gently strw Within a lovely bark canoe, And then his precious load he bore Away to yonder distant shore He Jaid them both upon the strand, T^^en turned his boat away from land He drew his boat upon a cape, To cause, if need,> quick esckpe. I ,-?,-t 25 The first thing that brave Ponass done, He cut their arrows every one, Likewise their bows and Tomahawks, Ponais he did them take And iunk them many a fathom deep Beneath the deep blue lake. Their bark canoea were landed dry And turned on tht shore. He sank them in the river, They never saw them more. So here upon this lonely isle With hunger they did wail, Just three were left of all this tribe To tell the mournful tale. He spent nextMay In grief and woe With Wo wan and 'the King ; Then'he with heart-felt sadness A Funeral Song did sing — FUNEBAL SONG. Ope, dearest, ope, and let me see Those^looks.which were entrancing How beautiful they shone to me , When in the Wigwam dancing ! No other^maid was like to thee With thy lovely dark eyes glancing. mmmm kf-mmi 216 . CHORUS : Wowan d«ar ! Wowan dear ! oh my dear ! Thou saidst we ne'er would sever. Canst ihou hear? Canst thou hear t Canst thou hear? No thy ear3 are closed forever. Wake, dearest, wake, and from thee fling Those ties which doth encumber Thy tongue, which so well could sing To mo the sweetest number. Heaven's bells for joy will ring If thou wake from thy slumbep. Chwus-^Wowaa dear, &c. He made a grave both long and deep And in it placed an arrow, Saying * My love died-savage hands Will die by mine for sorrow.' He stretched them both in burch baik white. Woe's me how sad's my Muse To tell how Ponass placed their traps, Their beads and broad snow-shoes. Their grave it now being finished Ponass's race was run. p is k white. \ oar! Einst thou lee fling sing 27 He gazed awhile bewildered Upon the setting Sun ; He laid hia heart upon the shaft And pierced his body through ; -' Then sank to rest on Wowan's breast And bade the world Adieu ! They loved on earth when they had breath The old man said to me, « Their souls are in the spirit land, Those are their bones you see. 1 )\ i