Come, and on the mountain free
Rove a fairy bright with me.
SONG OF THE OPECHEE, THE ROBIN.
The Chippewas relate that the robin originated from a youth who was subjected to too severe a task of fasting.
In the boundless woods there are berries of red,
And fruits of a beautiful blue,
Where, by nature's own hand, the sweet singers are fed,
And to nature they ever are true.
We go not with arrow and bow to the field,