Great Spirit, Once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice. You lived first, and you are older than all need, older than all prayer. All things belong to you; the two-legged, the four-legged, the wings of the air, and all green things that live. You have set the powers of the four quarters of the earth to cross each other. You have made me cross the good road and road of difficulties, and where they cross, the place is holy. Day in, day out, forevermore, you are the life of things. Hey, Lean to hear my feeble voice. You have said that I should make the tree to bloom. With tears running, O Great Spirit, my Grandfather, Here I stand, and the tree is withered. It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives. Nourish it then Hear me, that the people may once again |
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