This poem was published in 1916 in American Indian Magazine by Arthur Caswell Parker, who was of Seneca descent.
by Arthur Caswell Parker
There is a faith that weakly dies
When overcast by clouds of doubt,
That like a blazing wisp of straw
A vagrant breeze will flicker out.
Be mine the faith whose living flame
Shall pierce the clouds and banish night,
Whose glow the hurricanes increase
To match the gleams of heaven’s night.