39. Nathless departed spirits at their will Could from the Land of Souls pass to and fro; Though in their presence there was poor relief! 40. Yet to behold his face again, and hear His voice, though painful was a deep delight: The love which to their memory still will cling: And though he might not bless her waking sight With his dear presence, 't was a blessed thing That sleep would thus sometimes his actual image bring. 41. Why comes he not to me? Yeruti cries: And Mooma echoing with a sigh the thought, Ask'd why it was that to her longing eyes No dream the image of her father brought? Nor Monnema to solve that question sought In vain, content in ignorance to dwell; Perhaps it was because they knew him not; Perhaps... but sooth she could not answer well; What the departed did, themselves alone could tell. 42. What one tribe held another disbelieved, The dreadful race, from whom their fathers fled, Before the face of that victorious foe; No better, then, the world above, than this below! 43. What then, alas! if this were true, was death? And some there were who said the living breath And whereby all were sent to fill the greedy grave. 44. In vain to counterwork the baleful charm By spells of rival witchcraft was it sought, Less potent was that art to help than harm. No means of safety old experience brought: Nor better fortune did they find who thought From Death, as from some living foe, to fly : For speed or subterfuge avail'd them nought, But wheresoe'er they fled they found him nigh: None ever could elude that unseen enemy. 45. Bootless the boast, and vain the proud intent Of those who hoped, with arrogant display Of arms and force, to scare him from their tent, As if their threatful shouts and fierce array Of war could drive the Invisible away! Sometimes regardless of the sufferer's groan, They dragg'd the dying out and as a prey Exposed him, that content with him alone Death might depart, and thus his fate avert their own. 46. Depart he might,... but only to return. In quest of other victims, soon or late; When they who held this fond belief, would learn, Each by his own inevitable fate, That in the course of man's uncertain state Oh folly then to fly or deprecate That which at last Time, ever on the wing, Certain as day and night, to weary age must bring! 47. While thus the Matron spake, the youthful twain Whether with more of wonder or of pain Intent they heard; and when she paused, a sigh Their sorrowful foreboding seem'd to speak: Questions to which she could not give reply Yeruti ask'd; and for that Maiden meek, . . . Involuntary tears ran down her quiet cheek. 48. A different sentiment within them stirr'd, When Monnema recall'd to mind one day, Imperfectly, what she had sometimes heard. In childhood, long ago, the Elders say: Almost from memory had it past away,.. How there appear'd amid the woodlands men Whom the Great Spirit sent there to convey His gracious will; but little heed she then Had given, and like a dream it now recurr'd again. 49. ... But these young questioners from time to time And seek the Red-Men out, and in his name 50. They served a Maid more beautiful than tongue Being one in whose pure elements no trace The highest Heaven was now her dwelling place; And there in endless joy for ever would remain. 51. Her feet upon the crescent Moon were set, 52. Sometimes she had descended from above Across the great blue waters came, and sought 53. For trusting in this heavenly Maiden's grace, As men who went to have their happy place When Death had led their souls to that celestial seat. |