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Longfellow Henry Wadsworth
«The Song of Hiawatha»

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them!"Only Hiawatha laughed not,But he gravely spake and answeredTo their jeering and their jesting:"True is all Iagoo tells us;I have seen it in a vision,Seen the great canoe with pinions,Seen the people with white faces,Seen the coming of this beardedPeople of the wooden vesselFrom the regions of the morning,From the shining land of Wabun."Gitche Manito, the Mighty,The Great Spirit, the Creator,Sends them hither on his errand.Sends them to us with his message.Wheresoe'er they move, before themSwarms the stinging fly, the Ahmo,Swarms the bee, the honey-maker;Wheresoe'er they tread, beneath themSprings a flower unknown among us,Springs the White-man's Foot in blossom."Let us welcome, then, the strangers,Hail them as our friends and brothers,And the heart's right hand of friendshipGive them when they come to see us.Gitche Manito, the Mighty,Said this to me in my vision."I beheld, too, in that visionAll the secrets of the future,Of the distant days that shall be.I beheld the westward marchesOf the unknown, crowded nations.All the land was full of people,Restless, struggling, toiling, striving,Speaking many tongues, yet feelingBut one heart-beat in their bosoms.In the woodlands rang their axes,Smoked their towns in all the valleys,Over all the lakes and riversRushed their great canoes of thunder."Then a darker, drearier visionPassed before me, vague and cloud-like;I beheld our nation scattered,All forgetful of my counsels,Weakened, warring with each other:Saw the remnants of our peopleSweeping westward, wild and woful,Like the cloud-rack of a tempest,Like the withered leaves of Autumn!"

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Hiawatha's Departure




By the shore of Gitche Gumee,By the shining Big-Sea-Water,At the doorway of his wigwam,In the pleasant Summer morning,Hiawatha stood and waited.All the air was full of freshness,All the earth was bright and joyous,And before him, through the sunshine,Westward toward the neighboring forestPassed in golden swarms the Ahmo,Passed the bees, the honey-makers,Burning, singing In the sunshine.Bright above him shone the heavens,Level spread the lake
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