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In his lodge beside a river	A
Close beside a frozen river	A
Sat an old man sad and lonely	B
White his hair was as a snow drift	C
Dull and low his fire was burning	D
And the old man shook and trembled	E
Folded in his Waubewyon	F
In his tattered white skin wrapper	A
Hearing nothing but the tempest	G
As it roared along the forest	G
Seeing nothing but the snow storm	H
As it whirled and hissed and drifted	I
All the coals were white with ashes	J
And the fire was slowly dying	D
As a young man walking lightly	B
At the open doorway entered	K
Red with blood of youth his cheeks were	A
Soft his eyes as stars In Spring time	L
Bound his forehead was with grasses	J
Bound and plumed with scented grasses	J
On his lips a smile of beauty	B
Filling all the lodge with sunshine	F
In his hand a bunch of blossoms	M
Filling all the lodge with sweetness	N
'Ah my son ' exclaimed the old man	F
'Happy are my eyes to see you	O
Sit here on the mat beside me	B
Sit here by the dying embers	P
Let us pass the night together	A
Tell me of your strange adventures	P
Of the lands where you have travelled	E
I will tell you of my prowess	N
Of my many deeds of wonder '	Q
From his pouch he drew his peace pipe	R
Very old and strangely fashioned	S
Made of red stone was the pipe head	T
And the stem a reed with feathers	P
Filled the pipe with bark of willow	U
Placed a burning coal upon it	V
Gave it to his guest the stranger	A
And began to speak in this wise	W
'When I blow my breath about me	B
When I breathe upon the landscape	X
Motionless are all the rivers	P
Hard as stone becomes the water '	Q
And the young man answered smiling	D
'When I blow my breath about me	B
When I breathe upon the landscape	X
Flowers spring up o'er all the meadows	Y
Singing onward rush the rivers '	Q
'When I shake my hoary tresses '	Q
Said the old man darkly frowning	D
'All the land with snow is covered	K
All the leaves from all the branches	J
Fall and fade and die and wither	A
For I breathe and lo they are not	Z
From the waters and the marshes	J
Rise the wild goose and the heron	F
Fly away to distant regions	A2
For I speak and lo they are not	Z
And where'er my footsteps wander	A
All the wild beasts of the forest	G
Hide themselves in holes and caverns	B2
And the earth becomes as flintstone '	Q
'When I shake my flowing ringlets '	Q
Said the young man softly laughing	D
'Showers of rain fall warm and welcome	C2
Plants lift up their heads rejoicing	D
Back Into their lakes and marshes	J
Come the wild goose and the heron	F
Homeward shoots the arrowy swallow	U
Sing the bluebird and the robin	F
And where'er my footsteps wander	A
All the meadows wave with blossoms	M
All the woodlands ring with music	D2
All the trees are dark with foliage '	Q
While they spake the night departed	I
From the distant realms of Wabun	F
From his shining lodge of silver	A
Like a warrior robed and painted	I
Came the sun and said 'Behold me	B
Gheezis the great sun behold me '	Q
Then the old man's tongue was speechless	N
And the air grew warm and pleasant	E2
And upon the wigwam sweetly	B
Sang the bluebird and the robin	F
And the stream began to murmur	A
And a scent of growing grasses	J
Through the lodge was gently wafted	F2
And Segwun the youthful stranger	A
More distinctly in the daylight	G2
Saw the icy face before him	H2
It was Peboan the Winter	A
From his eyes the tears were flowing	D
As from melting lakes the streamlets	J
And his body shrunk and dwindled	E
As the shouting sun ascended	I
Till into the air it faded	I
Till into the ground it vanished	I2
And the young man saw before him	H2
On the hearth stone of the wigwam	J2
Where the fire had smoked and smouldered	I2
Saw the earliest flower of Spring time	L
Saw the Beauty of the Spring time	L
Saw the Miskodeed in blossom	C2
Thus it was that in the North land	I2
After that unheard of coldness	J
That intolerable Winter	A
Came the Spring with all its splendor	A
All its birds and all its blossoms	J
All its flowers and leaves and grasses	J
Sailing on the wind to northward	I2
Flying in great flocks like arrows	J
Like huge arrows shot through heaven	F
Passed the swan the Mahnahbezee	J
Speaking almost as a man speaks	J
And in long lines waving bending	D
Like a bow string snapped asunder	A
Came the white goose Waw be wawa	K2
And in pairs or singly flying	D
Mahng the loon with clangorous pinions	J
The blue heron the Shuh shuh gah	D
And the grouse the Mushkodasa	J
In the thickets and the meadows	J
Piped the bluebird the Owaissa	J
On the summit of the lodges	J
Sang the robin the Opechee	L2
In the covert of the pine trees	J
Cooed the pigeon the Omemee	C2
And the sorrowing Hiawatha	M2
Speechless in his infinite sorrow	U
Heard their voices calling to him	C2
Went forth from his gloomy doorway	K2
Stood and gazed into the heaven	F
Gazed upon the earth and waters	J
From his wanderings far to eastward	I2
From the regions of the morning	D
From the shining land of Wabun	F
Homeward now returned Iagoo	D
The great traveller the great boaster	U
Full of new and strange adventures	J
Marvels many and many wonders	J
And the people of the village	N2
Listened to him as he told them	C2
Of his marvellous adventures	J
Laughing answered him in this wise	J
'Ugh it is indeed Iagoo	D
No one else beholds such wonders '	Q
He had seen he said a water	U
Bigger than the Big Sea Water	U
Broader than the Gitche Gumee	C2
Bitter so that none could drink it	I2
At each other looked the warriors	J
Looked the women at each other	U
Smiled and said 'It cannot be so '	Q
Kaw ' they said it cannot be so '	Q
O'er it said he o'er this water	U
Came a great canoe with pinions	J
A canoe with wings came flying	D
Bigger than a grove of pine trees	J
Taller than the tallest tree tops	J
And the old men and the women	F
Looked and tittered at each other	U
'Kaw ' they said 'we don't believe it '	Q
From its mouth he said to greet him	C2
Came Waywassimo the lightning	D
Came the thunder Annemeekee	D
And the warriors and the women	F
Laughed aloud at poor Iagoo	D
'Kaw ' they said 'what tales you tell us '	Q
In it said he came a people	O2
In the great canoe with pinions	J
Came he said a hundred warriors	J
Painted white were all their faces	J
And with hair their chins were covered	I2
And the warriors and the women	F
Laughed and shouted in derision	F
Like the ravens on the tree tops	J
Like the crows upon the hemlocks	J
'Kaw ' they said 'what lies you tell us	J
Do not think that we believe them '	Q
Only Hiawatha laughed not	I2
But he gravely spake and answered	I2
To their jeering and their jesting	D
'True is all Iagoo tells us	J
I have seen it in a vision	F
Seen the great canoe with pinions	J
Seen the people with white faces	J
Seen the coming of this bearded	I2
People of the wooden vessel	O2
From the regions of the morning	D
From the shining land of Wabun	F
'Gitche Manito the Mighty	I2
The Great Spirit the Creator	U
Sends them hither on his errand	I2
Sends them to us with his message	N2
Wheresoe'er they move before them	C2
Swarms the stinging fly the Ahmo	C2
Swarms the bee the honey maker	U
Wheresoe'er they tread beneath them	C2
Springs a flower unknown among us	J
Springs the White man's Foot in blossom	C2
'Let us welcome then the strangers	J
Hail them as our friends and brothers	J
And the heart's right hand of friendship	P2
Give them when they come to see us	J
Gitche Manito the Mighty	I2
Said this to me in my vision	F
'I beheld too in that vision	F
All the secrets of the future	U
Of the distant days that shall be	I2
I beheld the westward marches	J
Of the unknown crowded nations	J
All the land was full of people	O2
Restless struggling toiling striving	D
Speaking many tongues yet feeling	D
But one heart beat in their bosoms	J
In the woodlands rang their axes	J
Smoked their towns in all the valleys	J
Over all the lakes and rivers	J
Rushed their great canoes of thunder	U
'Then a darker drearier vision	F
Passed before me vague and cloud like	D
I beheld our nation scattered	I2
All forgetful of my counsels	J
Weakened warring with each other	U
Saw the remnants of our people	O2
Sweeping westward wild and woful	O2
Like	D