Captive! Is there a hell to him like this? A taunt more galling than the Huron's hiss? He - proud and scornful, he - who laughed at law, He - scion of the deadly Iroquois,...
What of the days when we two dreamed together? Days marvellously fair, As lightsome as a skyward floating feather Sailing on summer air - Summer, summer, that came drifting through...
A stream of tender gladness, Of filmy sun, and opal tinted skies; Of warm midsummer air that lightly lies In mystic rings, Where softly swings The music of a thousand wings...
Who is it lacks the knowledge? Who are the curs that dare To whine and sneer that they do not fear the whelps in the Lion's lair? But we of the North will answer, while life in the North remains,...