Lest with fears we should beset thee,
And pray the unholy prayer of asking.
We waited silently; and thou gavest life.
Oh, praise! Praise! Praise!
Open the silent mouths, the shut hearts, my tribe:
Sing high the prayer of Thanksgiving,
The prayer He taught in the beginning to the Kwakiutl—
The good rejoicing prayer of thanks.
As the sea sings on the wet shore, when the ice thunders back,
And the blue water floats again, warm, shining, living,