I beheld our nation scattered,
All forgetful of my counsels,
Weakened, warring with each other:
Saw the remnants of our people
Sweeping westward, wild and woful,
Like the cloud-rack of a tempest,
Like the withered leaves of Autumn!”
XXII
Hiawatha’s Departure
By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,