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American Indian love lyrics, and other verse, from the songs of the North American Indians

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American Indian love lyrics, and other verse, from the songs of the North American Indians

Indians of North America -- Poetry

Evermore enduring,
    Happy evermore,
      His hogan,
      The hogan blessed.

    Lo, yonder the hogan,
      The hogan blessed!

    There beneath the sunset
      Standeth the hogan,
      The hogan blessed.

    Of _Hastyehogan-i_
      The hogan,
      The hogan blessed.

    Built of afterglow
      Standeth his hogan,
      The hogan blessed.

    Built of yellow corn
      Standeth his hogan,
      The hogan blessed.

    Built of gems and shining shells
      Standeth his hogan,
      The hogan blessed.

    Built of Little-Waters
      Standeth his hogan,
      The hogan blessed.

    Built of holy pollen
      Standeth his hogan,
      The hogan blessed.

    Evermore enduring,
    Happy evermore,
      His hogan,
      The hogan blessed.

    Lo, yonder the hogan,
      The hogan blessed!


WAR-SONG (_Navaho_)

        Lo, the flint youth, he am I,
            The flint youth.

    _Nayenezrani_, Lo, behold me, he am I,
        Lo, the flint youth, he am I,
            The flint youth.

    Moccasins of black flint have I;
        Lo, the flint youth, he am I,
            The flint youth.

    Leggings of black flint have I;
        Lo, the flint youth, he am I,
            The flint youth.

    Tunic of black flint have I;
        Lo, the flint youth, he am I,
            The flint youth.

    Bonnet of black flint have I;
        Lo, the flint youth, he am I,
            The flint youth.

    Clearest, purest flint the heart
    Living strong within me—heart of flint;
        Lo, the flint youth, he am I,
            The flint youth.

    Now the zig-zag lightnings four
            From me flash,
    Striking and returning,
            From me flash;
        Lo, the flint youth, he am I,
            The flint youth.

    There where’er the lightnings strike,
    Into the ground they hurl the foe—
    Ancient folk with evil charms,
    One upon another, dashed to earth;
        Lo, the flint youth, he am I,
            The flint youth.

    Living evermore,
    Feared of all forevermore,
        Lo, the flint youth, he am I,
            The flint youth.

    Lo, the flint youth, he am I,
            The flint youth.


ATSÁLĒI YEDADIGLÉS (_Navaho_)

    Now the holy one paints his form.
    The Wind Boy, the holy one, paints his form,
    All over his body, he paints his form,
    With the dark clouds he paints his form,
    With the misty rain he paints his form,
    With the rainy bubbles he paints his form,
    To fingers and rattle he paints his form,
    To the plume on his head he paints his form.


MOUNTAIN SONGS (_Navaho_)

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American Indian love lyrics, and other verse, from the songs of the North American Indians

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