Round about a tree, in ever widening circles, an eagle flies, alertly watching over his nest; Loudly whistles he, a challenge sending far; over the country wide it echoes, there defying foes. WIND SONG (_Pima_) Far on the desert ridges Stands the cactus; Lo, the blossoms swaying To and fro, the blossoms swaying, swaying. A SONG OF SPRING (_Chippewa_) As my eyes search the prairie, I feel the summer in the spring. THE DARKNESS SONG FROM THE INVITATION RITE (_Iroquois_) (The chief of the Invitation Rite requests all the night folk of the forest to protect his people on their journey to the morning.) We wait in the darkness! Come, all ye who listen, Help in our night journey: Now no sun is shining; Now no star is glowing; Come show us the pathway: The night is not friendly; She closes her eyelids; The moon has forgot us, We wait in the darkness! THE INVITATION SONG Part I (_The Song of the Whip-poor-will announced by the flute._) I So says the whip-poor-will, Follow me, follow me! So says the chief to him, Yes I will follow thee! II See the night darkening; The shadows are hiding, No light to follow for, So says the waterfall, So sings the river voice! III Someone is nearing me, Soft he comes creeping here, Two eyes glare close to me, Lighting the forest path— Hear how his breath blows by! IV Fol-low me, fol-low me, So sings the whip-poor-will! Yes, I am following, So the chief answers him. Part II (_The Wolf and his mate are announced._) I Hark, the trees bending low, Something is breaking them, Not the strong north wind’s hand, Something stalks broad and swift. Snuffing and panting loud! II Hark! How the tangles break! Fearless the footfalls pass, Strong trees stretch far apart, Great horns dividing them. (Whip-poor-will chorus) Part III (_Buck and Doe with cries enter the room._) I How the cold shivers me! No snow is falling now, Where does the sun’s fire hide? Something comes roaring loud Swift footed, warning me! II Its breath blinds the night eyes, Like rainy vapor falls! Now it walks close to me, Warming and coaxing me, Where the black forest frowns. (Whip-poor-will chorus) Part IV (_The Bear and his mate have come._) I How the wind travels now, No one dares run with it. Great trees bend low to it, Rivers fight back to it, Roaring and splashing it! II Hear its wings flapping strong Far in the hidden skies! Swift it flies northward high, Whistling and calling loud, Hunting its running prey! (The Hawk and its mate are announced, and all the rest of the forest folk. Finally, at dawn, the eagle is announced by the flute.) Part V (_The Eagle Song_) I