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Rh To the Pictured Rocks of sandstone,

Looking over lake and landscape.

And the Old Man of the Mountain,

He the Manito of Mountains,

Opened wide his rocky doorways,

Opened wide his deep abysses,

Giving Pau-Puk-Keewis shelter

In his caverns dark and dreary,

Bidding Pau-Puk-Keewis welcome

To his gloomy lodge of sandstone.

There without stood Hiawatha,

Found the doorways closed against him,

With his mittens, Minjekahwun,

Smote great caverns in the sandstone,

Cried aloud in tones of thunder,

"Open! I am Hiawatha!"

But the Old Man of the Mountain

Opened not, and made no answer

From the silent crags of sandstone,

From the gloomy rock abysses.