Nursed at the glacier's foot—by tempests fed—
The lightning flashing o'er thy canopy,
And thunders pealing round thine infant bed—
The pious Indian marks thy mystic birth,
'Mid storm and cloud, and nature's aspect wild—
And wondering, deems thee not a thing of earth,
But great Manitto's fair and favored child.
Aye—and the mind, by inspiration taught,
Like nature's pupil feels a Presence near,
Which bids the bosom tremble with the thought