Low his golden tresses streaming O’er his wings with soul-light beaming, Perched he down amid my dreaming, Perching, sat ere I could rise. Gazing full into my eyes, As my soul he would explore— And this Cupid by the door— My lone heart’s door. Calmly then the Angel spoke, Words that o’er my spirit broke, Like the chimes in dream-land woke— “Sad, meek solitaire of earth, Loving, trusting from thy birth— Soul that heavenward dost soar! Turn this traitor from the door— Thy lone heart’s door. “In thy breast he seeks no home— From the blithest he will roam; He will enter the heart’s dome, Filch its every jewel fair, Plant his barbed arrow there, And then straight go out the door, Back returning never more— Ah, never more! “Search the chronicles of love, See the nets that he has wove, To entrap the timid Dove; See in Lethe’s crowded domes Ashes of his hecatombs; And I wot thou’lt keep the door Of thy heart locked evermore— Forever more. “Blossoms in thy heart may bloom, E’en while Love hath there his home, But their roots are in the tomb; And the tramp of funeral-feet Lone thy spirit’s ear will greet, When too late to lock the door Of thy heart forever more— Ah, evermore! “Therefore, mournful child of song, Leave Love to the heartless throng, Who can cope with wo and wrong; Pour thy soul’s surcharge of fire On an altar holier, higher, And let Reason keep the door Of thy fond heart evermore— Forever more.” When the Angel this had said, Out his burnished wings he spread, And above the tree-tops sped; Upward, upward, where the moon Floated in her cloudy noon, Leaving me to guard the door Of my heart forever more— Ah, evermore! But this heart would not obey What the missioned sprite did say— It would have its willful way; It made Love its chiefest guest, Till he banished Peace and Rest, When he straight went out the door, Locking Wo in evermore— Ah, evermore! * * * * * LEGEND OF THE INTRODUCTION OF DEATH, AND ORIGIN OF THE MEDICINE WORSHIP AMONG THE OGIBWAS. BY KAH-GE-GA-GAH-BOWH. The period of time which preceded the introduction of death and evil into the country of the Indians, is represented to have been one which the most fanciful imagination might suggest. At this late day the son of the forest speaks of it with deep feeling, and sighs for its return.