“The Song of Hiawatha” (excerpt) — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Stood the wigwam of Nokomis,
Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis.
There the old grandmother
Nursed the little Hiawatha,
Rocked him in his linden cradle,
Bedded soft in moss and rushes.
Hiawatha grew in stature,
Learned the lore of bird and beast,
Learned the ways of men and women,
All the wisdom of the people.