• All day long roved Hiawatha
    In that melancholy forest,
    Through the shadow of whose thickets,
    In the pleasant days of Summer,
    Of that ne’er forgotten Summer,
    He had brought his young wife homeward
    From the land of the Dacotahs;
    When the birds sang in the thickets,
    And the streamlets laughed and glistened,
    And the air was...