O Grand, O Great Spirit! hearken to the voice of the nations, hearken to all thy children, and remember us always, for we are descended from thee.
Courage, nations, courage! the Great Spirit, now above our heads, will make us vanquish our enemies; he will cover our fields with corn, and increase the animals of our woods. He will see that the old be made happy, and that the young augment. He will make the nations prosper, make them rejoice, and make them put up their voice to him, while he rises and sets in their land, and while his heat and light can thus gloriously shine out.
The nations must prosper; they have been looked upon by the Great Spirit. What more can they wish? Is not that happiness enough? See, he retires, great and content, after having visited his children with light and universal good.
O Grand Spirit! sleep not longer in the gloomy west, but return and call your people to light and life—to light and life—to light and life.
HYMN TO SÛRYA, THE SUN
(From the “Rig Veda”)
His heralds bear him up aloft, the god who knoweth all that lives,
Sûrya, that all may look on him.
The constellations pass away, like thieves, together with their beams,