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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=336439" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of Hiawatha XXII: Hiawatha's Departure</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the shore of Gitche Gumee,<br>By the shining Big-Sea-Water,<br>At the doorway of his wigwam,<br>In the pleasant Summer morning,<br>Hiawatha stood and waited.<br>All the air was full of freshness,<br>All the earth was bright and joyous,<br>And before him, through the sunshine,<br>Westward toward the neighboring forest<br>Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo,<br>Passed the bees, the honey-makers,<br>Burning, singing In the sunshine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bright above him shone the heavens,<br>Level spread the lake before him;<br>From its bosom leaped the sturgeon,<br>Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine;<br>On its margin the great forest<br>Stood reflected in the water,<br>Every tree-top had its shadow,<br>Motionless beneath the water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the brow of Hiawatha<br>Gone was every trace of sorrow,<br>As the fog from off the water,<br>As the mist from off the meadow.<br>With a smile of joy and triumph,<br>With a look of exultation,<br>As of one who in a vision<br>Sees what is to be, but is not,<br>Stood and waited Hiawatha.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Toward the sun his hands were lifted,<br>Both the palms spread out against it,<br>And between the parted fingers<br>Fell the sunshine on his features,<br>Flecked with light his naked shoulders,<br>As it falls and flecks an oak-tree<br>Through the rifted leaves and branches.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O'er the water floating, flying,<br>Something in the hazy distance,<br>Something in the mists of morning,<br>Loomed and lifted from the water,<br>Now seemed floating, now seemed flying,<br>Coming nearer, nearer, nearer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was it Shingebis the diver?<br>Or the pelican, the Shada?<br>Or the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah?<br>Or the white goose, Waw-be-wawa,<br>With the water dripping, flashing,<br>From its glossy neck and feathers?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was neither goose nor diver,<br>Neither pelican nor heron,<br>O'er the water floating, flying,<br>Through the shining mist of morning,<br>But a birch canoe with paddles,<br>Rising, sinking on the water,<br>Dripping, flashing in the sunshine;<br>And within it came a people<br>From the distant land of Wabun,<br>From the farthest realms of morning<br>Came the Black-Robe chief, the Prophet,<br>He the Priest of Prayer, the Pale-face,<br>With his guides and his companions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the noble Hiawatha,<br>With his hands aloft extended,<br>Held aloft in sign of welcome,<br>Waited, full of exultation,<br>Till the birch canoe with paddles<br>Grated on the shining pebbles,<br>Stranded on the sandy margin,<br>Till the Black-Robe chief, the Pale-face,<br>With the cross upon his bosom,<br>Landed on the sandy margin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the joyous Hiawatha<br>Cried aloud and spake in this wise:<br>'Beautiful is the sun, O strangers,<br>When you come so far to see us!<br>All our town in peace awaits you,<br>All our doors stand open for you;<br>You shall enter all our wigwams,<br>For the heart's right hand we give you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Never bloomed the earth so gayly,<br>Never shone the sun so brightly,<br>As to-day they shine and blossom<br>When you come so far to see us!<br>Never was our lake so tranquil,<br>Nor so free from rocks, and sand-bars;<br>For your birch canoe in passing<br>Has removed both rock and sand-bar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Never before had our tobacco<br>Such a sweet and pleasant flavor,<br>Never the broad leaves of our cornfields<br>Were so beautiful to look on,<br>As they seem to us this morning,<br>When you come so far to see us!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the Black-Robe chief made answer,<br>Stammered In his speech a little,<br>Speaking words yet unfamiliar:<br>'Peace be with you, Hiawatha,<br>Peace be with you and your people,<br>Peace of prayer, and peace of pardon,<br>Peace of Christ, and joy of Mary!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the generous Hiawatha<br>Led the strangers to his wigwam,<br>Seated them on skins of bison,<br>Seated them on skins of ermine,<br>And the careful old Nokomis<br>Brought them food in bowls of basswood,<br>Water brought in birchen dippers,<br>And the calumet, the peace-pipe,<br>Filled and lighted for their smoking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the old men of the village,<br>All the warriors of the nation,<br>All the Jossakeeds, the Prophets,<br>The magicians, the Wabenos,<br>And the Medicine-men, the Medas,<br>Came to bid the strangers welcome;<br>'It is well', they said, 'O brothers,<br>That you come so far to see us!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a circle round the doorway,<br>With their pipes they sat In silence,<br>Waiting to behold the strangers,<br>Waiting to receive their message;<br>Till the Black-Robe chief, the Pale-face,<br>From the wigwam came to greet them,<br>Stammering in his speech a little,<br>Speaking words yet unfamiliar;<br>'It Is well,' they said, 'O brother,<br>That you come so far to see us!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the Black-Robe chief, the Prophet,<br>Told his message to the people,<br>Told the purport of his mission,<br>Told them of the Virgin Mary,<br>And her blessed Son, the Saviour,<br>How in distant lands and ages<br>He had lived on earth as we do;<br>How he fasted, prayed, and labored;<br>How the Jews, the tribe accursed,<br>Mocked him, scourged him, crucified him;<br>How he rose from where they laid him,<br>Walked again with his disciples,<br>And ascended into heaven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the chiefs made answer, saying:<br>'We have listened to your message,<br>We have heard your words of wisdom,<br>We will think on what you tell us.<br>It is well for us, O brothers,<br>That you come so far to see us!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they rose up and departed<br>Each one homeward to his wigwam,<br>To the young men and the women<br>Told the story of the strangers<br>Whom the Master of Life had sent them<br>From the shining land of Wabun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heavy with the heat and silence<br>Grew the afternoon of Summer;<br>With a drowsy sound the forest<br>Whispered round the sultry wigwam,<br>With a sound of sleep the water<br>Rippled on the beach below it;<br>From the cornfields shrill and ceaseless<br>Sang the grasshopper, Pah-puk-keena;<br>And the guests of Hiawatha,<br>Weary with the heat of Summer,<br>Slumbered in the sultry wigwam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Slowly o'er the simmering landscape<br>Fell the evening's dusk and coolness,<br>And the long and level sunbeams<br>Shot their spears into the forest,<br>Breaking through its shields of shadow,<br>Rushed into each secret ambush,<br>Searched each thicket, dingle, hollow;<br>Still the guests of Hiawatha<br>Slumbered In the silent wigwam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From his place rose Hiawatha,<br>Bade farewell to old Nokomis,<br>Spake in whispers, spake in this wise,<br>Did not wake the guests, that slumbered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I am going, O Nokomis,<br>On a long and distant journey,<br>To the portals of the Sunset.<br>To the regions of the home-wind,<br>Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin.<br>But these guests I leave behind me,<br>In your watch and ward I leave them;<br>See that never harm comes near them,<br>See that never fear molests them,<br>Never danger nor suspicion,<br>Never want of food or shelter,<br>In the lodge of Hiawatha!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth into the village went he,<br>Bade farewell to all the warriors,<br>Bade farewell to all the young men,<br>Spake persuading, spake in this wise:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am going, O my people,<br>On a long and distant journey;<br>Many moons and many winters<br>Will have come, and will have vanished,<br>Ere I come again to see you.<br>But my guests I leave behind me;<br>Listen to their words of wisdom,<br>Listen to the truth they tell you,<br>For the Master of Life has sent them<br>From the land of light and morning!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the shore stood Hiawatha,<br>Turned and waved his hand at parting;<br>On the clear and luminous water<br>Launched his birch canoe for sailing,<br>From the pebbles of the margin<br>Shoved it forth into the water;<br>Whispered to it, 'Westward! westward!'<br>And with speed it darted forward.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the evening sun descending<br>Set the clouds on fire with redness,<br>Burned the broad sky, like a prairie,<br>Left upon the level water<br>One long track and trail of splendor,<br>Down whose stream, as down a river,<br>Westward, westward Hiawatha<br>Sailed into the fiery sunset,<br>Sailed into the purple vapors,<br>Sailed into the dusk of evening:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the people from the margin<br>Watched him floating, rising, sinking,<br>Till the birch canoe seemed lifted<br>High into that sea of splendor,<br>Till it sank into the vapors<br>Like the new moon slowly, slowly<br>Sinking in the purple distance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they said, 'Farewell forever!'<br>Said, 'Farewell, O Hiawatha!'<br>And the forests, dark and lonely,<br>Moved through all their depths of darkness,<br>Sighed, 'Farewell, O Hiawatha!'<br>And the waves upon the margin<br>Rising, rippling on the pebbles,<br>Sobbed, 'Farewell, O Hiawatha!'<br>And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,<br>From her haunts among the fen-lands,<br>Screamed, 'Farewell, O Hiawatha!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus departed Hiawatha,<br>Hiawatha the Beloved,<br>In the glory of the sunset,.<br>In the purple mists of evening,<br>To the regions of the home-wind,<br>Of the Northwest-Wind, Keewaydin,<br>To the Islands of the Blessed,<br>To the Kingdom of Ponemah,<br>To the Land of the Hereafter!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Wadsworth+Longfellow">Henry Wadsworth Longfellow</a><div class=q>
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