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Title: Poems of America
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, 1807-1882, ed
Subjects: American poetry
Publisher: Boston, New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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he shining pebbles,Stranded on the sandy margin,Till the Black-Robe chief, the Pale-face,With the cross upon his bosom.Landed on the sandy margin. Then the joyous Hiawatlia,Cried aloud and spake in this wise:Beautiful is the sun, O strangers.When you come so far to see us !All our town in peace awaits you.All our doors stand open for you;You shall enter all our wigwams.For the hearts right hand we give you. Never bloomed the earth so gayly.Never shone the sun so briglitly.As to-day they shine and blossomWhen you come so far to see us !Never was our lake so tranquil,Nor so free from rocks and sand-bars;For your birch canoe in passingHas removed both rock and sand-bar. Never before had our tobaccoSuch a sweet and pleasant flavor.Never the broad leaves of our cornfieldsWere so beautiful to look on.As they seem to us this morning,When you come so far to see us! And the Black-Robe chief made answer.Stammered in his speech a little.Speaking words yet unfamiliar: Peace be with you, Hiawatha,
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Till the Black Robod chief, the pale-face. See page 236. SUPERIOR, THE LAKE. 237 Peace be with you and your people,Peace of prayer, and peace of pardon,Peace of Christ, and joy of Mary ! ** * * Slowly oer the simmering landscapeFell the evenings dusk and coolness.And the long and level sunbeamsShot their spears into the forest,Breaking through its shields of shadow,Rushed into each secret ambush.Searched each thicket, dingle, hollow;Still the guests of HiawathaSlumbered in the silent wigwam. From his place rose Hiawatha,Bade farewell to old Nokomis,Spake in whispers, spake in this wise.Did not wake the guests, that slumbered: I am going, O Nokomis,On a long and distant journey.To the portals of the Sunset,To tlie regions of the home-wind.Of the Northwest wind, Keewaydin.But these guests I leave behind me.In your watch and ward I leave them;See that never harm comes near them,See that never fear molests them.Never danger nor suspicion.Never want of food or shelter.In the lodge of Hiawa

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