The call of the passing race, in verse and prose . His home to find, he hurried now, To warn them if he the rising day-moon* told him how He had misunderstood. The path, at last, he there did find That led to his tepee;The bird was dragging on behind, So tired and weak was he. The mother ran to greet her son, His father only told the boy that he had won The right to be his child. Now, other lands, he craved to the day-moon goes to stay Before it comes their way, to beThe maker of the day. *Day-moon means the He also would see paleface land, Its mysteries
The call of the passing race, in verse and prose . His home to find, he hurried now, To warn them if he the rising day-moon* told him how He had misunderstood. The path, at last, he there did find That led to his tepee;The bird was dragging on behind, So tired and weak was he. The mother ran to greet her son, His father only told the boy that he had won The right to be his child. Now, other lands, he craved to the day-moon goes to stay Before it comes their way, to beThe maker of the day. *Day-moon means the He also would see paleface land, Its mysteries to know,And learn there how, by white mans hand, So many things can grow. He soon saw how the paleface live,And the strange things they do. Soon, to his people he will giveThe things they never knew. Then, with their books, he sat, to plan Their wisdom for to learn;And, for the clothes of paleface man, His blanket he would spurn. A white man he had made his friend. Who said that to this earthThe Indian true did Nature send To show the world its worth. This made him long for home again His people, now, to the hills he would remain. There in the land so free.
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