To the land of the Hereafter!
Hiawatha, sitting down, looking lovingly and mournfully at her meditates,
Oh! those willing feet, that never
More will lightly run to meet me,
Never more will lightly follow.
Act, Hiawatha:
Then he sat down, still and speechless
On the bed of Minnehaha
At the head of Laughing Water,
As if in a swoon he sat there,