Sees what is to be, but is not,
Stood and waited Hiawatha.
And the noble Hiawatha,
With his hands aloft extended,
Held aloft in sign of welcome,
Waited, full of exultation.
Hiawatha, to Nokomis, tenderly:
I am going, O Nokomis,
On a long and distant journey,
To the portals of the Sunset,