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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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wild-goose, Wawa,Flying to the fen-lands northward,Whirring, wailing far above him."Master of Life!" he cried, desponding,"Must our lives depend on these things?"On the next day of his fastingBy the river's brink he wandered,Through the Muskoday, the meadow,Saw the wild rice, Mahnomonee,Saw the blueberry, Meenahga,And the strawberry, Odahmin,And the gooseberry, Shahbomin,And the grape-vine, the Bemahgut,Trailing o'er the alder-branches,Filling all the air with fragrance!"Master of Life!" he cried, desponding,"Must our lives depend on these things?"On the third day of his fastingBy the lake he sat and pondered,By the still, transparent water;Saw the sturgeon, Nahma, leaping,Scattering drops like beads of wampum,Saw the yellow perch, the Sahwa,Like a sunbeam in the water,Saw the pike, the Maskenozha,And the herring, Okahahwis,And the Shawgashee, the crawfish!"Master of Life!" he cried, desponding,"Must our lives depend on these things?"On the fourth day of his fastingIn his lodge he lay exhausted;From his couch of leaves and branchesGazing with half-open eyelids,Full of shadowy dreams and visions,On the dizzy, swimming landscape,On the gleaming of the water,On the splendor of the sunset.And he saw a youth approaching,Dressed in garments green and yellow,Coming through the purple twilight,Through the splendor of the sunset;Plumes of green bent o'er his forehead,And his hair was soft and golden.Standing at the open doorway,Long he looked at Hiawatha,Looked with pity and compassionOn his wasted form and features,And, in accents like the sighingOf the South-Wind in the tree-tops,Said he, "O my Hiawatha!All your prayers are heard in heaven,For you pray not like the others;Not for greater skill in hunting,Not for greater craft in fishing,Not for triumph in the battle,Nor renown among the warriors,But for profit of the people,For advantage of the nations."From the Master of Life descending,I, the friend of man, Mondamin,Come to warn you and instruct you,How by struggle and by laborYou shall gain what you have prayed for.Rise up from
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