The Song of Hiawatha

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In the glory of the sunset,

And the more they strove and struggled,

Stronger still grew Hiawatha;

Till the darkness fell around them,

And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah,

From her nest among the pine-trees,

Gave a cry of lamentation,

Gave a scream of pain and famine.

“’T is enough!” then said Mondamin,

Smiling upon Hiawatha,