Waban he said, would still the fire repair,
And still in comfort keep his pale-faced guest,
“And may the Manittoo of dreams,” he said,
“The happiest visions on thy slumbers shed.
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“Upon this pallet she was wont to lay
Herself to sleep whose spirit now is gone;
And may that spirit to thy visions say
Where now she dwells, and where my little son;
Whether on that blest island far away,