Page:Song of Hiawatha (1855).djvu/94

84 Was the very strong man, Kwasind,

He the strongest of all mortals,

He the mightiest among many;

For his very strength he loved him,

For his strength allied to goodness.

Idle in his youth was Kwasind,

Very listless, dull, and dreamy,

Never played with other children,

Never fished and never hunted,

Not like other children was he;

But they saw that much he fasted,

Much his Manito entreated,

Much besought his Guardian Spirit.

"Lazy Kwasind!" said his mother,

"In my work you never help me!

In the Summer you are roaming

Idly in the fields and forests;

In the Winter you are cowering

O'er the firebrands in the wigwam!

In the coldest days of Winter