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compose a metrical line | But as quarrels among children, |
compose a metrical line | But as feuds and fights of children! |
compose a metrical line | Over them he stretched his right hand, |
compose a metrical line | To subdue their stubborn natures, |
compose a metrical line | To allay their thirst and fever, |
compose a metrical line | By the shadow of his right hand; |
compose a metrical line | Spake to them with voice majestic |
compose a metrical line | As the sound of far-off waters, |
compose a metrical line | Falling into deep abysses, |
compose a metrical line | Warning, chiding, spake in this wise:-- |
compose a metrical line | "O my children! my poor children! |
compose a metrical line | Listen to the words of wisdom, |
compose a metrical line | Listen to the words of warning, |
compose a metrical line | From the lips of the Great Spirit, |
compose a metrical line | From the Master of Life, who made you! |
compose a metrical line | "I have given you lands to hunt in, |
compose a metrical line | I have given you streams to fish in, |
compose a metrical line | I have given you bear and bison, |
compose a metrical line | I have given you roe and reindeer, |
compose a metrical line | I have given you brant and beaver, |
compose a metrical line | Filled the marshes full of wild-fowl, |
compose a metrical line | Filled the rivers full of fishes: |
compose a metrical line | Why then are you not contented? |
compose a metrical line | Why then will you hunt each other? |
compose a metrical line | "I am weary of your quarrels, |
compose a metrical line | Weary of your wars and bloodshed, |
compose a metrical line | Weary of your prayers for vengeance, |
compose a metrical line | Of your wranglings and dissensions; |
compose a metrical line | All your strength is in your union, |
compose a metrical line | All your danger is in discord; |
compose a metrical line | Therefore be at peace henceforward, |
compose a metrical line | And as brothers live together. |
compose a metrical line | "I will send a Prophet to you, |
compose a metrical line | A Deliverer of the nations, |
compose a metrical line | Who shall guide you and shall teach you, |
compose a metrical line | Who shall toil and suffer with you. |
compose a metrical line | If you listen to his counsels, |
compose a metrical line | You will multiply and prosper; |
compose a metrical line | If his warnings pass unheeded, |
compose a metrical line | You will fade away and perish! |
compose a metrical line | "Bathe now in the stream before you, |
compose a metrical line | Wash the war-paint from your faces, |
compose a metrical line | Wash the blood-stains from your fingers, |
compose a metrical line | Bury your war-clubs and your weapons, |
compose a metrical line | Break the red stone from this quarry, |
compose a metrical line | Mould and make it into Peace-Pipes, |
compose a metrical line | Take the reeds that grow beside you, |
compose a metrical line | Deck them with your brightest feathers, |
compose a metrical line | Smoke the calumet together, |
compose a metrical line | And as brothers live henceforward!" |
compose a metrical line | Then upon the ground the warriors |
compose a metrical line | Threw their cloaks and shirts of deer-skin, |
compose a metrical line | Threw their weapons and their war-gear, |
compose a metrical line | Leaped into the rushing river, |
compose a metrical line | Washed the war-paint from their faces. |
compose a metrical line | Clear above them flowed the water, |
compose a metrical line | Clear and limpid from the footprints |
compose a metrical line | Of the Master of Life descending; |
compose a metrical line | Dark below them flowed the water, |
compose a metrical line | Soiled and stained with streaks of crimson, |
compose a metrical line | As if blood were mingled with it! |
compose a metrical line | From the river came the warriors, |
compose a metrical line | Clean and washed from all their war-paint; |
compose a metrical line | On the banks their clubs they buried, |
compose a metrical line | Buried all their warlike weapons. |
compose a metrical line | Gitche Manito, the mighty, |
compose a metrical line | The Great Spirit, the creator, |
compose a metrical line | Smiled upon his helpless children! |
compose a metrical line | And in silence all the warriors |
compose a metrical line | Broke the red stone of the quarry, |
compose a metrical line | Smoothed and formed it into Peace-Pipes, |
compose a metrical line | Broke the long reeds by the river, |
compose a metrical line | Decked them with their brightest feathers, |
compose a metrical line | And departed each one homeward, |
compose a metrical line | While the Master of Life, ascending, |
compose a metrical line | Through the opening of cloud-curtains, |
compose a metrical line | Through the doorways of the heaven, |
compose a metrical line | Vanished from before their faces, |
compose a metrical line | In the smoke that rolled around him, |
compose a metrical line | The Pukwana of the Peace-Pipe! |
compose a metrical line | II |
compose a metrical line | The Four Winds |
compose a metrical line | "Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" |
compose a metrical line | Cried the warriors, cried the old men, |
compose a metrical line | When he came in triumph homeward |
compose a metrical line | With the sacred Belt of Wampum, |
compose a metrical line | From the regions of the North-Wind, |
compose a metrical line | From the kingdom of Wabasso, |
compose a metrical line | From the land of the White Rabbit. |
compose a metrical line | He had stolen the Belt of Wampum |
compose a metrical line | From the neck of Mishe-Mokwa, |
compose a metrical line | From the Great Bear of the mountains, |
compose a metrical line | From the terror of the nations, |
compose a metrical line | As he lay asleep and cumbrous |
compose a metrical line | On the summit of the mountains, |
compose a metrical line | Like a rock with mosses on it, |
compose a metrical line | Spotted brown and gray with mosses. |
compose a metrical line | Silently he stole upon him, |
compose a metrical line | Till the red nails of the monster |
compose a metrical line | Almost touched him, almost scared him, |
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