And the sons of Unktehee to be,
were endowed with the sacred Ozuha
By the son of tall Wazi-kute, Tamdoka,
the chief of the Magi.
And thus since the birth-day of man—
since he sprang from the heart of the mountains,
Has the sacred “Wacepee Wakan”
by the warlike Dakotas been honored,
And the god-favored sons of the clan
work their will with the help of the spirits.
’Twas sunrise; the spirits of mist
trailed their white robes on dewy savannas,
And the flowers raised their heads to be kissed
by the first golden beams of the morning.
The breeze was abroad with the breath
of the rose of the Isles of the Summer,
And the humming-bird hummed on the heath
from his home in the land of the rainbow.[AI]
’Twas the morn of departure. DuLuth
stood alone by the roar of the Ha-ha;
Tall and fair in the strength of his youth
stood the blue-eyed and fair-bearded Frenchman.
A rustle of robes on the grass broke his dream
as he mused by the waters,
And, turning, he looked on the face of Winona,
wild-rose of the prairies,
Half hid in her dark, flowing hair,
like the round, golden moon in the pine-tops.
Admiring he gazed—she was fair
as his own blooming Flore in her orchards,
With her golden locks loose on the air,
like the gleam of the sun through the olives,
Far away on the vine-covered shore,
in the sun-favored land of his fathers.
“Lists the chief to the cataract’s roar
for the mournful lament of the Spirit?"[AJ]
Said Winona,—“The wail of the sprite
for her babe and its father unfaithful,
Is heard in the midst of the night,
when the moon wanders dim in the heavens.”
“Wild-Rose of the Prairies,” he said,
“DuLuth listens not to the Ha-ha,
For the wail of the ghost of the dead
for her babe and its father unfaithful;
But he lists to a voice in his heart
that is heard by the ear of no other,
And to-day will the White Chief depart;
he returns to the land of the sunrise.”
“Let Winona depart with the chief,—
she will kindle the fire in his teepee;
For long are the days of her grief,
if she stay in the tee of Ta-te-psin,”
She replied, and her cheeks were aflame
with the bloom of the wild prairie lilies.
“Tanke[AK], is the White Chief to blame?”
said DuLuth to the blushing Winona.
“The White Chief is blameless,” she said,
“but the heart of Winona will follow
Wherever thy footsteps may lead,