That last for aye,—to strenuous duty true,—
Count freedom of the soul, in her high moods,
The first of gifts from the Great Manittoo:—
For this I wander to these distant woods;
For this from persecution’s brands I flew,
And left my friends, my kindred, and my home,
Through stormy skies and snowy wilds to roam.
XXVII.
“Some thoughts of mine, that the Great Spirit might
Rule better His own kingdom than frail men,