New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1843-05-17


REALM Of the Scnecas no more
In shadow lies the pleasant vale
Gone are the chiefs who ruled OF yorc,
Like chaf before the hollow gale.
Their rivers run with narrowed bounds,
Cleared are their broad old hunting grounds
Like hooking echoes OF the hill
Their fame resoundcd and grew sill;
And on their ancient battlc-lields,
The greensward to the plowInan yields,
When fade away the summer flowers,
And come the bright autumnal hours,
The ripcned grain above their graves
Mods to the wind in golden waves.
Fled have their pomp and power like dreams
By scribe unmarked, by bard unsung,
But mountains, lakes and rolling streams
Recall their wild. rich forest tongue,
And names of melody still bear
Swectcr than hutc-notcs on the air
Oblivion swallows one by one,
Old legends by the sire to son
Around the cracking campfire told;
Their oaks have fallen, trunk and bough
And hut and hall of Council now
Are changed to ashes cold.
Toiled have many weary day
To master their tradition grey,
And rescue from the robbcr Time
A few brave deeds and traits sublime.
Now listen, for the tale tell
Perchance may be remembered well,
Though coarscly framed my sylvan Tyre
Harsh It's wild tone, untuncd its wire.
How sweetly fell the wan moonlight
Upon the Huron's camp that night.
When the wild storm, its fury spent,
Undarkened left the armament.
How pleasantly the moonbcam shonc
When died away the thunder groan,
And waves in wrath that lately hcavcd,
A glory from its light received;
While forest on the shore and hill
Were mirrorcd in the water still,
And vine and flower that grew about,
Gemmed by the rain, gave fragrance out
Made restless by his dampencd bed,
a waking warrior raised his head,
Then rising slowly to his feet,
Looked on the lakes mrut1led sheet,
Bright diinplc on carth'S chequcrcd face,
4 radiant pearl IN emerald vase
A primal freshness wrapped Its breast
1t lay type of holy rest,
Its surface smooth as polished steel,
Plowed never by the wandering keel.
Wind, waterfowl and falling shower
It's playmates since Creations hour.
So picturesque, SO calm d view,
Beneath June skies OF cloudlcsS blue,
BY tranquil spell might well have curbed
The tumult OF a soul disturbed
And vet that lonely warrior stood
With folded arms III inurky mood;
Nervous at times, and scared ne seemed,
AS if of evil he had dreamed,
In sleep some drear forewarnng heard,
Dark curse or doom-denouncing word,
And i'll his eye OF savage glare
Comportcd with scene so fair.
Grasping the bloody weapon fast,
Alive to every wandering sound,
A hurried glance the maiden cast
The shadowy encampment round
Witlsss dreamed ON the rphbcr band
OF brother slain by woman'S hand,
No warrior in his blanket stirred;
Waves wranghng with the rocks she heard
And murmured winds amid the trees
Mournful at times and wild by starts,
AS if imprisoned Dryades
Were waiing on their knotty hearts
Streaming in agitated air
Waved in loose flakes her unbound hair,
While lamben. and electric light
BY fits revealed the lake to sight.
Giving the surge fiery crest
And chasing darkness from It's breast.
Trcading upon the grassy sod,
AS if her foo, with moss was shod,
Fled on her GRAND Wannuihay--
Nor paused to list or look behind
While groves OF outline underlined
Before her darkly lay.
Boldly she plunged their depths within,
Though thorns pierced through her moccasi
And the black clouds, unsealed at last.
Discharged their contents thick and fast.
Drenching her locks and vesture slight
And binding with large drops her sight,