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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse 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, So break thy ice-bound heart, and the cold lip's silence— Praise Kunae for life, as wings up-flying, as eagles to the sun. Praise! Praise! Praise!

Rose-flushed are the willows, stark and a-quiver, In the warm sudden grasp of Spring; Like a woman when her lover has suddenly swiftly taken her. I hear the secret rustle of the little leaves, Waiting to be born. The air is a wind of love From the wings of eagles mating— O eagles, my sky is dark with your wings! The hills and the waters pity me, The pine-trees reproach me. The little moss whispers under my feet, "Son of Earth, Brother, Why comest thou hither alone?"