AN INDIAN LEGEND. 145 



Let the guileful love depart, 

 Give me all thy sinless heart. 



" Too late — too late," murmured Mo-na-wing sadly, " I 

 cannot silence the voice within my heart ; while he lives I am 

 his in body and soul." 



As she uttered these words the Manitto rose to his feet ; 

 his robe of mourning fell back from his heaving breast, and a 

 strange dark smile flitted over his red lip as he sung : 



There are secrets hidden deep 

 Where the sylvan treasures sleep ; 

 There are spells of mighty power 

 Lurking in the greenwood bower ; 

 Come with me if thou wouldst find 

 Chains the untamed heart to bind. 



" Oh give me such a spell" cried the impassioned girl ; " give 

 me a spell to bind Ma-ma-twa to me forever." The cheek of 

 the Manitto flushed, and the plumes of his flower-crown waved 

 proudly, as he replied : 



Where the hemlock's branches dark 

 Overhang its caverned bark, 

 Hid from all, is safely laid 

 Honey by the wild-bee made, 

 Gathered in the moon of flowers, 

 Where old Cro'-nest proudly towers. 



