Looking still at Hiawatha,
Looking at fair Laughing Water,
Sang he softly, sang in this wise:
Chibiabos Song:
Onaway! Awake, beloved!
Thou the wild-flower of the forest!
Thou the wild-bird of the prairie!
Thou with eyes so soft and fawn-like!
If thou only lookest at me,
I am happy, I am happy,