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compose a metrical line | Should you ask me, whence these stories? |
compose a metrical line | Whence these legends and traditions, |
compose a metrical line | With the odors of the forest |
compose a metrical line | With the dew and damp of meadows, |
compose a metrical line | With the curling smoke of wigwams, |
compose a metrical line | With the rushing of great rivers, |
compose a metrical line | With their frequent repetitions, |
compose a metrical line | And their wild reverberations |
compose a metrical line | As of thunder in the mountains? |
compose a metrical line | I should answer, I should tell you, |
compose a metrical line | "From the forests and the prairies, |
compose a metrical line | From the great lakes of the Northland, |
compose a metrical line | From the land of the Ojibways, |
compose a metrical line | From the land of the Dacotahs, |
compose a metrical line | From the mountains, moors, and fen-lands |
compose a metrical line | Where the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, |
compose a metrical line | Feeds among the reeds and rushes. |
compose a metrical line | I repeat them as I heard them |
compose a metrical line | From the lips of Nawadaha, |
compose a metrical line | The musician, the sweet singer." |
compose a metrical line | Should you ask where Nawadaha |
compose a metrical line | Found these songs so wild and wayward, |
compose a metrical line | Found these legends and traditions, |
compose a metrical line | I should answer, I should tell you, |
compose a metrical line | "In the bird's-nests of the forest, |
compose a metrical line | In the lodges of the beaver, |
compose a metrical line | In the hoof-prints of the bison, |
compose a metrical line | In the eyry of the eagle! |
compose a metrical line | "All the wild-fowl sang them to him, |
compose a metrical line | In the moorlands and the fen-lands, |
compose a metrical line | In the melancholy marshes; |
compose a metrical line | Chetowaik, the plover, sang them, |
compose a metrical line | Mahng, the loon, the wild-goose, Wawa, |
compose a metrical line | The blue heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, |
compose a metrical line | And the grouse, the Mushkodasa!" |
compose a metrical line | If still further you should ask me, |
compose a metrical line | Saying, "Who was Nawadaha? |
compose a metrical line | Tell us of this Nawadaha," |
compose a metrical line | I should answer your inquiries |
compose a metrical line | Straightway in such words as follow. |
compose a metrical line | "In the vale of Tawasentha, |
compose a metrical line | In the green and silent valley, |
compose a metrical line | By the pleasant water-courses, |
compose a metrical line | Dwelt the singer Nawadaha. |
compose a metrical line | Round about the Indian village |
compose a metrical line | Spread the meadows and the corn-fields, |
compose a metrical line | And beyond them stood the forest, |
compose a metrical line | Stood the groves of singing pine-trees, |
compose a metrical line | Green in Summer, white in Winter, |
compose a metrical line | Ever sighing, ever singing. |
compose a metrical line | "And the pleasant water-courses, |
compose a metrical line | You could trace them through the valley, |
compose a metrical line | By the rushing in the Spring-time, |
compose a metrical line | By the alders in the Summer, |
compose a metrical line | By the white fog in the Autumn, |
compose a metrical line | By the black line in the Winter; |
compose a metrical line | And beside them dwelt the singer, |
compose a metrical line | In the vale of Tawasentha, |
compose a metrical line | In the green and silent valley. |
compose a metrical line | "There he sang of Hiawatha, |
compose a metrical line | Sang the Song of Hiawatha, |
compose a metrical line | Sang his wondrous birth and being, |
compose a metrical line | How he prayed and how he fasted, |
compose a metrical line | How he lived, and toiled, and suffered, |
compose a metrical line | That the tribes of men might prosper, |
compose a metrical line | That he might advance his people!" |
compose a metrical line | Ye who love the haunts of Nature, |
compose a metrical line | Love the sunshine of the meadow, |
compose a metrical line | Love the shadow of the forest, |
compose a metrical line | Love the wind among the branches, |
compose a metrical line | And the rain-shower and the snow-storm, |
compose a metrical line | And the rushing of great rivers |
compose a metrical line | Through their palisades of pine-trees, |
compose a metrical line | And the thunder in the mountains, |
compose a metrical line | Whose innumerable echoes |
compose a metrical line | Flap like eagles in their eyries;-- |
compose a metrical line | Listen to these wild traditions, |
compose a metrical line | To this Song of Hiawatha! |
compose a metrical line | Ye who love a nation's legends, |
compose a metrical line | Love the ballads of a people, |
compose a metrical line | That like voices from afar off |
compose a metrical line | Call to us to pause and listen, |
compose a metrical line | Speak in tones so plain and childlike, |
compose a metrical line | Scarcely can the ear distinguish |
compose a metrical line | Whether they are sung or spoken;-- |
compose a metrical line | Listen to this Indian Legend, |
compose a metrical line | To this Song of Hiawatha! |
compose a metrical line | Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, |
compose a metrical line | Who have faith in God and Nature, |
compose a metrical line | Who believe that in all ages |
compose a metrical line | Every human heart is human, |
compose a metrical line | That in even savage bosoms |
compose a metrical line | There are longings, yearnings, strivings |
compose a metrical line | For the good they comprehend not, |
compose a metrical line | That the feeble hands and helpless, |
compose a metrical line | Groping blindly in the darkness, |
compose a metrical line | Touch God's right hand in that darkness |
compose a metrical line | And are lifted up and strengthened;-- |
compose a metrical line | Listen to this simple story, |
compose a metrical line | To this Song of Hiawatha! |
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