New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1845-06-25
THE TRIBUNE.
From The Bnda OF Pennscook In tse Democratic Review
THE INDIAN CHIEFS DAUGHTER.

From The Bnds. Of p~nn.eooa ,ss Democratic Review
TIE INDIAN CHIEFS DAUGHTER
py yoH~ okyEsLgU vnrriy,.
Trr go, black brows Of men-the yell
Ofwomen throngiDg round the bed
The linking charm Of ring and shell
The Powah whispering DER the dead -
AL these the Sachem's home Rad known,
When, on her journey long and wild
To the dim World Of Souls, alone,
Ia her Young beauty passed the mother OF his child
Three bow shots from the 5acherns dwelling
They laid her in the walnut shade
Where a green hlock. gently swelling.
Her fitting mound OF burial made.
There trailed the vine IN Summer hours
The tree percbed squirrel dropped his shell
On velvet moss and paleh ued flowers. ieh'
Woven with leaf and spray, the softened Sunshine
The Indians hear is hard and cold
II closes darkiy DER its care
And formed in Natures sternest mould.
IL slow TO feel and strong 10 bear
The war paint the 3acbems face
Unwe; with tears, shone nerce and req.
And still in battle or in chase, luead
DIV leaf and snow rime crisped beneath his foremost
Yet when her name was heard no more,
And when the robe her mother gave
And small light mocasin she wore
Had slowly wasted on her grave,
Unmarked OF him the dark maids sped
Their sunset dance and moOn-lii play
No other shared his lonely bed,
No other fair young head upon bus bosom LAY
lone, stern man Yet. as sometimes
The tempest snitten tree receives
From one small root the sap which climbs
Its topmost spray and browning leaves.
So from his child the Sachein drew
A life OF Love and Hope. and felt
His cold and ragged nature through melt
The softness and the warmth Of her young beng
a laugh which in the woodland rang
Bemockng April's giaddest bird
light and graceful form which sprans
To meet him when his step WAS heard
Eyes by bis lodge-t fire flashing dark,
Small fingers sringing bead and shell,
Or weaving mats of brgh, hued bark
With these the household god had graced his wig
well.
Child Of the Fores, strong and free;
Slight ROBBED. with loosely flowing hair
She swan the lake or climbed the tree
Or struck the flying bird IN arr
Der the heaped drifts OF Winter moon
Her snow shoes tracked the hunters way
And dazzling in the Summer noon spray
The blade of her light oar threw oh ts shower oil
Unknown TO her the rigid rule.
The dull restraint, the Gliding irown
The weary torture Of the school,
The tanning Of wild nature down.
Her only lore, the legends told
Around the hunters fire at night,
Stars rose and set, and seasons rolled,
Flowers bloomed and snow-hskes fell, unqusssioned
in her sight.
Unknown 10 her the subtle skill
With which the artisteye can trace
In rock and tree. and lake, and hill.
The outlines Of divinest grace;
Unknown the fine souls keen unrest,
Which sees, adrnires, yet yearDs Away;
Too closely on her mothers breast
To note her smiles Of love the child Of Nature lay
II is enough for such 10 be
OF common natural things part;
To feel with bird and stream and tree
The pulses OF the same great heart
Bat we, from Nature long exiled,
In our cold homes Of Art and Thought,
(}rieve like the stranger tended child,
Which seeks its mothers arms, and sees but iees
them not
The garden may richly bloom
In cultured soil and genial air.
To cloud the light of Fashions room
Or droop in Beauty's midnight hair
In oneer grace, to sun and dew
The sweet briar ON the hillside shows
Its single leaf and fainter hue,
Unframed and wildly free, yet still sister rose
Thus or the heart of Wce,amoo
Their mingng shades of JOY and Ill
The instincts of her nature threw
The savage woman still
Midst outlines dim of maiden schemes.
Heart colored augurles of lie.
Rose on the ground OF her young dreams
The light of new home--,he lover and the wife
whom they call Wetuomanit, who presides over the
household"