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142 They all travel

To the assigned place;

They all arrive

At their destined ends,

Whithersoever thou pleasest.

Thy royal sceptre

Thou holdest.

Oh hear me!

Oh choose me!

Let it not be

That I should tire,

That I should die.

Far removed, geographically, from this beautiful verse, but of almost equal merit, is the following Navajo prayer chant:—

A NAVAJO PRAYER

Tsegihi.

House made of the dawn.

House made of evening light.

House made of the dark cloud.

House made of male rain.

House made of dark mist.

House made of female rain.

House made of pollen.

House made of grasshoppers.

Dark cloud is at the door.

The outward trail is dark cloud.

The zigzag lightning stands high up on it.

Male deity!

Your offering I make.

I have prepared a smoke for you.

Restore my feet for me.

Restore my legs for me.

Restore my body for me.

Restore my mind for me.

Restore my voice for me.

This very day take out your spell for me.

Your spell remove for me.

You have taken it away for me.

Far off it has gone.

Happily I recover.

Happily my interior becomes cool.

Happily I go forth.

My interior feeling cold, may I walk.