"As the flowers die when the winter's cold falls upon them, so will my spirit depart when I no longer listen to your voice.

But when I go to the land of spirits I shall be happy.

My spirit will return to earth; but it will be always near you." Little didst thou dream that the fate of Wenona would be less sad than thine.

She found the death she sought, in the waters whose bosom opened to receive her.

But thou wilt bid adieu to earth in the midst of the battle--in the very presence of him, for whose love thou wouldst venture all.