Chapter IX: Oreika

One lingering, last, farewell embrace I take!

MINAHITA.

Yes, one for thine and one for Osseo's sake.

OREIKA.

How solace him beneath his trial sore?

MINAHITA.

Tell him I loved him well, but honor more.

_Chorus--Voices approaching._

The moon is gilding the Cataract's brow,
And tinging his foam-robe as white as snow,--
Like silver it gleams
'Neath the bright moon beams,
Whilst soft and slow
The waters flow;
For his lovely bride he is waiting now!

OREIKA.

The hour is come! despair--despair!

TOLONGA.

Girl, such idle words forbear!

MINAHITA.

In the Spirit Land we shall meet again,
Where unknown are parting and grief and pain.