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Two good friends had Hiawatha	A
Singled out from all the others	B
Bound to him in closest union	C
And to whom he gave the right hand	D
Of his heart in joy and sorrow	E
Chibiabos the musician	C
And the very strong man Kwasind	D
Straight between them ran the pathway	F
Never grew the grass upon it	D
Singing birds that utter falsehoods	G
Story tellers mischief makers	B
Found no eager ear to listen	C
Could not breed ill will between them	H
For they kept each other's counsel	I
Spake with naked hearts together	J
Pondering much and much contriving	K
How the tribes of men might prosper	J
Most beloved by Hiawatha	A
Was the gentle Chibiabos	B
He the best of all musicians	B
He the sweetest of all singers	B
Beautiful and childlike was he	L
Brave as man is soft as woman	C
Pliant as a wand of willow	E
Stately as a deer with antlers	B
When he sang the village listened	D
All the warriors gathered round him	M
All the women came to hear him	M
Now he stirred their souls to passion	C
Now he melted them to pity	L
From the hollow reeds he fashioned	D
Flutes so musical and mellow	E
That the brook the Sebowisha	N
Ceased to murmur in the woodland	D
That the wood birds ceased from singing	K
And the squirrel Adjidaumo	M
Ceased his chatter in the oak tree	L
And the rabbit the Wabasso	B
Sat upright to look and listen	C
Yes the brook the Sebowisha	N
Pausing said O Chibiabos	B
Teach my waves to flow in music	K
Softly as your words in singing	K
Yes the bluebird the Owaissa	B
Envious said O Chibiabos	B
Teach me tones as wild and wayward	D
Teach me songs as full of frenzy	B
Yes the robin the Opechee	N
Joyous said O Chibiabos	B
Teach me tones as sweet and tender	J
Teach me songs as full of gladness	B
And the whippoorwill Wawonaissa	B
Sobbing said O Chibiabos	B
Teach me tones as melancholy	B
Teach me songs as full of sadness	B
All the many sounds of nature	J
Borrowed sweetness from his singing	K
All the hearts of men were softened	D
By the pathos of his music	K
For he sang of peace and freedom	M
Sang of beauty love and longing	K
Sang of death and life undying	K
In the Islands of the Blessed	D
In the kingdom of Ponemah	M
In the land of the Hereafter	J
Very dear to Hiawatha	A
Was the gentle Chibiabos	B
He the best of all musicians	B
He the sweetest of all singers	B
For his gentleness he loved him	M
And the magic of his singing	K
Dear too unto Hiawatha	A
Was the very strong man Kwasind	D
He the strongest of all mortals	B
He the mightiest among many	B
For his very strength he loved him	M
For his strength allied to goodness	B
Idle in his youth was Kwasind	D
Very listless dull and dreamy	B
Never played with other children	C
Never fished and never hunted	D
Not like other children was he	B
But they saw that much he fasted	D
Much his Manito entreated	D
Much besought his Guardian Spirit	D
Lazy Kwasind said his mother	J
In my work you never help me	B
In the Summer you are roaming	K
Idly in the fields and forests	B
In the Winter you are cowering	K
O'er the firebrands in the wigwam	M
In the coldest days of Winter	J
I must break the ice for fishing	K
With my nets you never help me	B
At the door my nets are hanging	K
Dripping freezing with the water	J
Go and wring them Yenadizze	B
Go and dry them in the sunshine	O
Slowly from the ashes Kwasind	D
Rose but made no angry answer	J
From the lodge went forth in silence	B
Took the nets that hung together	J
Dripping freezing at the doorway	F
Like a wisp of straw he wrung them	M
Like a wisp of straw he broke them	M
Could not wring them without breaking	K
Such the strength was in his fingers	B
Lazy Kwasind said his father	J
In the hunt you never help me	B
Every bow you touch is broken	C
Snapped asunder every arrow	E
Yet come with me to the forest	D
You shall bring the hunting homeward	D
Down a narrow pass they wandered	D
Where a brooklet led them onward	D
Where the trail of deer and bison	C
Marked the soft mud on the margin	C
Till they found all further passage	P
Shut against them barred securely	B
By the trunks of trees uprooted	D
Lying lengthwise lying crosswise	B
And forbidding further passage	P
We must go back said the old man	Q
O'er these logs we cannot clamber	J
Not a woodchuck could get through them	M
Not a squirrel clamber o'er them	M
And straightway his pipe he lighted	D
And sat down to smoke and ponder	J
But before his pipe was finished	D
Lo the path was cleared before him	M
All the trunks had Kwasind lifted	D
To the right hand to the left hand	D
Shot the pine trees swift as arrows	B
Hurled the cedars light as lances	B
Lazy Kwasind said the young men	R
As they sported in the meadow	E
Why stand idly looking at us	B
Leaning on the rock behind you	S
Come and wrestle with the others	B
Let us pitch the quoit together	J
Lazy Kwasind made no answer	J
To their challenge made no answer	J
Only rose and slowly turning	K
Seized the huge rock in his fingers	B
Tore it from its deep foundation	C
Poised it in the air a moment	D
Pitched it sheer into the river	J
Sheer into the swift Pauwating	K
Where it still is seen in Summer	J
Once as down that foaming river	J
Down the rapids of Pauwating	K
Kwasind sailed with his companions	B
In the stream he saw a beaver	J
Saw Ahmeek the King of Beavers	B
Struggling with the rushing currents	B
Rising sinking in the water	J
Without speaking without pausing	K
Kwasind leaped into the river	J
Plunged beneath the bubbling surface	B
Through the whirlpools chased the beaver	J
Followed him among the islands	B
Stayed so long beneath the water	J
That his terrified companions	B
Cried Alas good by to Kwasind	D
We shall never more see Kwasind	D
But he reappeared triumphant	D
And upon his shining shoulders	B
Brought the beaver dead and dripping	K
Brought the King of all the Beavers	B
And these two as I have told you	S
Were the friends of Hiawatha	A
Chibiabos the musician	C
And the very strong man Kwasind	D
Long they lived in peace together	J
Spake with naked hearts together	J
Pondering much and much contriving	K
How the tribes of men might prosper	J

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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