“Then He the oak, of fibre hard and fine,
With the first red man’s soul and form endowed,
And woman made he of the tapering pine,
Which ’neath that oak in peaceful beauty bowed;
She on the red man’s bosom did recline,
Like the bright rainbow on the thunder-cloud.
And the Great Spirit saw his work divine,
And on the pair let fall His smile benign.
XXI.
“He gave them all these forests far and near,