Cord, crafty, pad, of woman's werk distress,
Her hon som grief al pining loneliness?

VIL. THE DEPARTURE.

The wild Mac rains 1. i falen tact ar 11g
The sowy mosaing of North

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Ming each vare a water-course

Light with the casende of some new made Ill!

Ghawed by the sunbeams, softened by the rain
Hoved underneath by the salien currents strains,
The ice-bridge yielded, and the Merlimack
Bore the huge ruia erasing down its track.

On that she, turbid water, a gril boot

Guided by one wok hand was on to zeải
Evil : fate wm ko ed it from the -h,
Too early voyager with too fra ar cor!

Down the vexed cei, of Lat rasin
The dick huge ice-blocks thres ning
The form-white rocks of Amoakoag in v
With rowy swiftness sped fie

The trooper moistening his roa“

On the wes bark by Uneanooties fert,
Ser the and...

Ph dowa Cet pil, sirea” —

Slept le, or war›l he? was it eh or dre in ?

The bead-wrough b'ket ez a do the water

wo for the Sachen's daughter!

Skarl avery of her lonely ',
Heedless of peril the still faithful wife
Had 'ft her mother, grave, her father. door,
To seck the wigwam of ber elief once more.

2 wn the white rapid. The a ser kaf whi'ed,
On the s, orp rocks and piled up ices lerled,

Cold, crafty, proud, of woman's weak distress,
Her home-bound grief and pining loneliness?

The wild March rains had fallen fast and long
The snowy mountains of the North among,
Making each vale a water-course

each hill

Bright with the cascade of some new made rill.

Gnawed by the sunbeams, softened by the rain,
Heaved underneath by the swollen current's strain,
The ice-bridge yielded, and the Merrimack
Bore the huge ruin crashing down its track.

On that strong turbid water, a small boat
Guided by one weak hand was seen to float,
Evil the fate which loosed it from the shore,
Too early voyager with too frail an oar!

Down the vexed centre of that rushing tide,
The thick huge ice-blocks threatening either side,
The foam-white rocks of Amoskeag in view,
With arrowy swiftness sped that light canoe.

The trapper moistening his moose's meat

On the wet bank by Uncanoonuc's feet,

Saw the swift boat flash down the troubled stream Slept he, or waked he? was it truth or dream?

The straining eye bent fearfully before,

The small hand clenching on the useless oar,

The bead-wrought blanket trailing o'er the water
He knew them all wo for the Sachem's daughter!

Sick and aweary of her lonely lifc,
Heedless of peril the still faithful wife

Had left her mother's grave, her father's door,
To seek the wigwam of her chief once more.

Down the white rapids like a sear leaf whirled,
On the sharp rocks and piled up ices hurled,