92

MADELINE.--A LEGEND OF THE MOHAWK 95

THE DEFORMED ARTIST 104

THE CHILD'S APPEAL 110

THE DYING YEAR 115

SONG OF THE NEW YEAR 119

I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY 123

THE FALL OF JERUSALEM 126

THE FIRST LOOK 132

THE DAUGHTER OF JEPHTHAH AMONG THE MOUNTAINS 135

MONA LISA 141

SPRING LILIES 145

LINES TO D. G. T., OF SHERWOOD 149

LITTLE KATE 152

A THOUGHT OF THE STARS 155

A MOTHER'S PRAYER 160

NOTES 165

INDIAN LEGENDS.

THE THUNDERBOLT.

There is an artless tradition among the Indians, related by Irving,
of a warrior who saw the thunderbolt lying upon the ground, with a
beautifully wrought moccasin on each side of it. Thinking he had
found a prize, he put on the moccasins, but they bore him away to
the land of spirits, whence he never returned.

Loud pealed the thunder
From arsenal high,
Bright flashed the lightning
Athwart the broad sky;
Fast o'er the prairie,
Through torrent and shade,
Sought the red hunter
His hut in the glade.

Deep roared the cannon
Whose forge is the sun,
And red was the chain
The thunderbolt spun;
O'er the thick wild wood
There quivered a line,
Low 'mid the green leaves
Lay hunter and pine.

Clear was the sunshine,
The hurricane past,
And fair flowers smiled in
The path of the blast;
While in the forest
Lay rent the huge tree,
Up rose the red man,
All unharmed and free.

Bright glittered each leaf
With sunlight and spray,
And close at his feet
The thunder-bolt lay,
And moccasins, wrought
With the beads that shine,
Where the rainbow hangeth
A wampum divine.

Wondered the hunter
What spirit was there,
Then donned the strange gift
With shout and with prayer;
But the stout forest
That echoed the