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VOL. V No. I

KIA-KUNAE, praise! Thou hast opened thy hand among the stars, And sprinkled the sea with food The catch is great; thy children will live. See, on the roofs of the villages, the red meat drying; Another year thou hast encompassed us with life. Praise! Praise! Kunae! O Father, we have waited with shut mouths; With hearts silent, and hands quiet, Waited the time of prayer, 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: