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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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so in the midnight?Has perchance the old Nokomis,Has my wife, my Minnehaha,Wronged or grieved you by unkindness,Failed in hospitable duties?"Then the shadows ceased from weeping,Ceased from sobbing and lamenting,And they said, with gentle voices:"We are ghosts of the departed,Souls of those who once were with you.From the realms of ChibiabosHither have we come to try you,Hither have we come to warn you."Cries of grief and lamentationReach us in the Blessed Islands;Cries of anguish from the living,Calling back their friends departed,Sadden us with useless sorrow.Therefore have we come to try you;No one knows us, no one heeds us.We are but a burden to you,And we see that the departedHave no place among the living."Think of this, O Hiawatha!Speak of it to all the people,That henceforward and foreverThey no more with lamentationsSadden the souls of the departedIn the Islands of the Blessed."Do not lay such heavy burdensIn the graves of those you bury,Not such weight of furs and wampum,Not such weight of pots and kettles,For the spirits faint beneath them.Only give them food to carry,Only give them fire to light them."Four days is the spirit's journeyTo the land of ghosts and shadows,Four its lonely night encampments;Four times must their fires be lighted.Therefore, when the dead are buried,Let a fire, as night approaches,Four times on the grave be kindled,That the soul upon its journeyMay not lack the cheerful firelight,May not grope about in darkness."Farewell, noble Hiawatha!We have put you to the trial,To the proof have put your patience,By the insult of our presence,By the outrage of our actions.We have found you great and noble.Fail not in the greater trial,Faint not In the harder struggle."When they ceased, a sudden darknessFell and filled the silent wigwam.Hiawatha heard a rustleAs of garments trailing by him,Heard the curtain of the doorwayLifted by a hand he saw not,Felt
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