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Straighten Up & Fly Right

Words and music by nat king cole and irving mills; american academy of music, mills music, ascap
The buzzert took the monkey for a ride in the air
The monkey thought that everything was on a square
The buzzert tried to throw the monkey off his back
But the monkey grabbed his neck and said now listen jack
Straighten up and fly right, straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa dont you blow your top
Aint no use in divin, whats the use of jivin
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa dont you blow your top
The buzzert told the monkey you are chokin me
Release your hold and I will set you free
The monkey looked the buzzert right dead in the eye
And said your storys so touching but it sounds like a lie
Straighten up and fly right, straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa dont you blow your top
Musical interlude
Straighten up and fly right, straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa dont you blow your top
Aint no use in divin, whats the use of jivin
You better straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa dont you blow your top
Fly right

song performed by Natalie Cole
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Straighten Up And Fly Right

Words and music by Nat King Cole and Irving Mills; American Academy of Music, Mills Music, ASCAP
The buzzert took the monkey for a ride in the air
The monkey thought that everything was on a square
The buzzert tried to throw the monkey off his back
But the monkey grabbed his neck and said "Now listen jack"
Straighten up and fly right, straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa don't you blow your top
Ain't no use in divin,' what's the use of jivin'
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa don't you blow your top
The buzzert told the monkey you are chokin me
Release your hold and I will set you free
The monkey looked the buzzert right dead in the eye
And said "Your story's so touching but it sounds like a lie"
Straighten up and fly right, straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa don't you blow your top
Musical Interlude
Straighten up and fly right, straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa don't you blow your top
Ain't no use in divin,' what's the use of jivin'
You better straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa don't you blow your top
Fly right

song performed by Natalie Cole
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Misty Morning

Misty mornin, dont see no sun;
I know youre out there somewhere having fun.
There is one mystery - yea-ea-eah - I just cant express:
To give your more, to receive your less.
One of my good friend said, in a reggae riddim,
Dont jump in the water, if you cant swim.
The power of philosophy - yea-ea-eah - floats through my head
Light like a feather, heavy as lead;
Light like a feather, heavy as lead, yeah.
See no sun! oh.
Time has come, I want you -
I want you to straighten out my tomorrow! uh.
I want - I want - I want you - (tomorrow).
Oh, wo-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!
I want you to straighten out my (tomorrow)!
Misty (morning) mornin, dont see no sun;
I know youre out there somewhere having fun.
Mysteries I just cant express:
How can you ever give your more to receive your less?
Like my good friend said, in a reggae riddim:
You cant jump - you cant jump in the water, if you cant swim.
I want you (I want you) - I want you to straighten out my today -
My tomorrow - my-my-my - my - my
(I want you to straighten out my tomorrow).
On a misty morning, uh! (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow).
Oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh!
(I want you to straighten out my tomorrow)
Straighten out my tomorrow - my tomorrow! need some straightenin out!
(I want you to straighten out my tomorrow)
Mist! mm. (I want) mist! (you to straighten out my tomorrow)
Misty! oh! (I want you to straighten out my tomorrow) - /fadeout/

song performed by Bob Marley
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Straighten Up & Fly Right

(words and music by nat king cole and irving mills)
The buzzard took the monkey for a ride in the air
The monkey thought that everything was on the square
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off his back
The monkey grabbed his neck and said now listen, jack
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, dont you blow your top.
Aint no use in jivin
Whats the use in dabbin
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, dont you blow your top.
The buzzard told the monkey youre chokin me
Release your hold and Ill set you free
The monkey looked the buzzard right dead in the eye and said
Your storys fetchin but it sounds like a lie
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and do right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, dont you blow your top.
(instrumental interlude)
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and do right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down, papa, dont you blow your top.

song performed by Nat King Cole
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The Shy Christmas Tree And The Hundred Fairy Lights

Now the Christmas tree sits shyly
In the corner of the room,
Like a shining beam of brightness
In the dismal winter gloom,
All aglow with tiny twinkles
Of a hundred fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.

Shiny tinsel shimmers sparkling,
Twined around like silver string,
While the multicoloured baubles
Turn around and gently swing,
All reflecting light and glitter
From the hundred fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.

Stuck tight to the top’s a fairy
In her ballerina dress;
As to what she might be thinking
You will have to try and guess:
Is she looking on with longing
At the hundred fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights?

There are presents for the grown-ups
Underneath the Christmas tree
But there’s nothing for the children
Who will have to wait and see
What old Santa has got for them
While the hundred fairy lights
Dance around shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.

He will go collect his reindeer
And pack presents on his sleigh
And then fly among the moonbeams,
Just before it’s Christmas day,
Guided by the twinkling starshine
Bright as all those fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.

He will wait until each infant
Is tucked up so tight asleep,
For they mustn’t ever catch him
And they mustn’t ever peep
Till he vanishes in stardust

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poem by C. Richard Miles
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Dont Let It Get You Down

Dont let it get you down
When youre not on top
Where else numbers two
Let gets up and never stops, no
Aint double same, loving me bring me game
Dont let it get you down, oh no
Dont let it get you down
When the cards are wrong
Pick up and let them walked away
Before you loose your heart
(dont regret, girl)
Aint double same, loving me bring me game
Dont let it get you down
(oh, no)
Oh, no
Dont get mean
Dont it seem like you know what Im talking about
Dont get me
Let me be the one to straighten it out, girl
(dont let it get you down, oh no, dont let it)
(dont let it get you down, oh no, dont let it)
Aint double same
Loving me bring me game
Dont let it get you down
I can make you sunshine, make you happy
Aint no clouds sky came out number me, yeah
Dont let it get you down
Dont let it get you down
You can start again
Now yesterday is gone
Let tomorrow be your friend
(dont regret, girl)
Hey, dont regret girl,
Mama is still ahead
Dont let it get you down,
(oh, no)
Oh no
Dont get mean
Dont it seem like you know what Im talking about
Dont get me
Let me be, be the one to straighten it out, girl
I cant straighten it out, girl, yeah
(dont let it get you down)
I cant straighten it out, girl, come on
(dont let it get you down)
Dont let it, let it, let it...
Dont let it get you down
(fade out)

song performed by Michael Jackson
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Insanity

Im so sorry, please forgive me
Who do I pray to to straighten out this problem?
Straighten out this problem, straighten out my mind.
Straighten out this crooked toungue...
My mind has wandered, from the straight and narrow.
My mind has wandered from the flock you see.
My mind has wandered, the man just said so.
My mind has wandered, I heard it on tv.
And the flock has wandered away from me.
-chorus-
All around the world now
Like a big bright cherry cloud
Traveling from home to home
Tv sets and telephones
Here it comes just like a storm
Bathe in it and be reborn
Time to let the world know
Welcome madness, say hello
Like a wave we cannot see
Washing over you and me
Hiding here and hiding there
Madness hiding everywhere
Such a curiosity
Here it comes to set us free
Plenty left for you and me
Say hello insanity
I am the virus, are you the cure?
I am morally, Im morally impure
I am a disease and I am unclean
I am not part of gods well oiled machine
Christian nation, assimilate me
Take me in your arms and set me free
I am part of a degenerate elite
Dragging our society into the streeet
Into the abyss and to the sewer dont you see
The man just told me, he told me on tv
Do you think youre better than me
Do you want to kill me or befriend me
And the alchoholic bastard waved his finger at me
His voice was filled with evanglical glee
Sipping down his gin and tonics
While preaching about the evils of narcotics
And the evils of sex, and the wages of sin
While he mental fondles his next of kin
My mind has wandered from the flock you see
And the flock has wandered away from me
And he waved his hypnotizing finger at me
Lets imitate reality
Lets strive for mediocrity
Lets make believe were all the same

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song performed by Oingo Boingo
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If You're Gonna Straighten Up (Brother Now's The Time)

Whew.
Well, She's getting tired of your running around
Out every night trying to paint the town
She's growing weary of your childish games
She's getting fed up with the whole dang thing.
You better listen to me when I talk
That little lady's 'bout to up and walk.
And if she leaves you, boy you'll lose your mind
So if you're gonna straighten up,
Brother now's the time.
Well, She's been calling on my telephone
I've got a shoulder she's been crying on
You'd see the ending if you'd only look
Your baby doll's about to close the book.
You keep neglecting what you've got at home
The way she looks she won't be lonely long.
I know she loves you but she's tired of lies
So if you're gonna straighten up,
Brother now's the time.
Come on.
--- Instrumental ---
Whoo ho - Whoo hoo
A woman has her needs and her desires
She ought to have the lovin' she requires
You can keep her if you only try
But better hurry 'fore she says goodbye.
The kind of love that gives a girl a thrill
If you don't give it there are those who will
There's lots of men who'd love to have a shot
At having something you've already got.
You best be careful what you throw away
It just might haunt you 'til your dying day.
What's the matter with you boy, your blind?
If you're gonna straighten up,
Brother now's the time.
If you're gonna straighten up,
Brother now's the time...
Yeah,
Whoo hoo hoo
Oh yeah,
Yeah, yeah...

song performed by Travis Tritt
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The Cross-Roads

A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed
with a woman's name. A wind that goes howling round the house,
and weeping as in shame. Cold November dawn peeping through the windows,
cold dawn creeping over the floor, creeping up his cold legs,
creeping over his cold body, creeping across his cold face.
A glaze of thin yellow sunlight on the staring eyes. Wind howling
through bent branches. A wind which never dies down. Howling, wailing.
The gazing eyes glitter in the sunlight. The lids are frozen open
and the eyes glitter.

The thudding of a pick on hard earth. A spade grinding and crunching.
Overhead, branches writhing, winding, interlacing, unwinding, scattering;
tortured twinings, tossings, creakings. Wind flinging branches apart,
drawing them together, whispering and whining among them. A waning,
lobsided moon cutting through black clouds. A stream of pebbles and earth
and the empty spade gleams clear in the moonlight, then is rammed again
into the black earth. Tramping of feet. Men and horses.
Squeaking of wheels.

'Whoa! Ready, Jim?'

'All ready.'

Something falls, settles, is still. Suicides have no coffin.

'Give us the stake, Jim. Now.'

Pound! Pound!

'He'll never walk. Nailed to the ground.'

An ash stick pierces his heart, if it buds the roots will hold him.
He is a part of the earth now, clay to clay. Overhead the branches sway,
and writhe, and twist in the wind. He'll never walk with a bullet
in his heart, and an ash stick nailing him to the cold, black ground.

Six months he lay still. Six months. And the water welled up in his body,
and soft blue spots chequered it. He lay still, for the ash stick
held him in place. Six months! Then her face came out of a mist of green.
Pink and white and frail like Dresden china, lilies-of-the-valley
at her breast, puce-coloured silk sheening about her. Under the young
green leaves, the horse at a foot-pace, the high yellow wheels of the chaise
scarcely turning, her face, rippling like grain a-blowing,
under her puce-coloured bonnet; and burning beside her, flaming within
his correct blue coat and brass buttons, is someone. What has dimmed the sun?
The horse steps on a rolling stone; a wind in the branches makes a moan.
The little leaves tremble and shake, turn and quake, over and over,
tearing their stems. There is a shower of young leaves,

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poem by Amy Lowell
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Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The First

The leaves dance, the leaves sing,
The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.
I bid them dance,
I bid them sing,
For the limpid glance
Of my ladyling;
For the gift to the Spring of a dewier spring,
For God's good grace of this ladyling!
I know in the lane, by the hedgerow track,
The long, broad grasses underneath
Are warted with rain like a toad's knobbed back;
But here May weareth a rainless wreath.
In the new-sucked milk of the sun's bosom
Is dabbled the mouth of the daisy-blossom;
The smouldering rosebud chars through its sheath;
The lily stirs her snowy limbs,
Ere she swims
Naked up through her cloven green,
Like the wave-born Lady of Love Hellene;
And the scattered snowdrop exquisite
Twinkles and gleams,
As if the showers of the sunny beams
Were splashed from the earth in drops of light.
Everything
That is child of Spring
Casts its bud or blossoming
Upon the stream of my delight.

Their voices, that scents are, now let them upraise
To Sylvia, O Sylvia, her sweet, feat ways!
Their lovely mother them array,
And prank them out in holiday,
For syllabling to Sylvia;
And all the birds on branches lave their mouths with May,
To bear with me this burthen,
For singing to Sylvia.

2.

While thus I stood in mazes bound
Of vernal sorcery,
I heard a dainty dubious sound,
As of goodly melody;
Which first was faint as if in swound,
Then burst so suddenly
In warring concord all around,
That, whence this thing might be,
To see
The very marrow longed in me!
It seemed of air, it seemed of ground,

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poem by Francis Thompson
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The Giving Tree

Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....
very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, 'Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy.'
'I am too big to climb and play' said
the boy.
'I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money?'
'I'm sorry,' said the tree, 'but I
have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy.'
And so the boy climbed up the
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time....
and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy
and she said, 'Come, Boy, climb up my trunk
and swing from my branches and be happy.'
'I am too busy to climb trees,' said the boy.
'I want a house to keep me warm,' he said.
'I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house ?'
' I have no house,' said the tree.
'The forest is my house,

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poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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You Cand Do It

Hoo
Hoo hoo hoo (ooh)
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo
Since you've been gone
Since you've been unglued
It's hard to figure out
Your next move
One minute here
The next you're gone
Let's make an end
To this sad, sad song
For you it's hard to take
'Cause the pill has an awful taste
Just open up and swallow down
Once it hits bottom
Things may turn around
Unfortunately this is the case
You've got to catch up
And win the race
And straighten yourself out...
You can do it
You're gonna do it
Jumping through it
Yeah yeah
Everything you say
Has been taken wrong
Enough to say
It's a sad sad song
They can't understand
That you mean to do good
Well I guess you could say
You're misunderstood
I know you're meaning well
But you've been shot to hell
Just come back and join us now
'Cause I know that you know how
Unfortunately this is the case
You've got to catch up
And win the race
Oh straighten yourself out...
You can do it
You're gonna do it
Jumping through it
Yeah yeah
I know it seems
They're messing with your mind
But you don't have to go
Forward blind

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song performed by No Doubt
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Santa's Gonna Take It All Back

You can have that perfume that you wanted
And you can have those earrings, too
I'll even get that TV set
But there's a few things you gotta do
'Cause you've been lettin' our love come second
And sometimes even third
Now, I've had enough and if you want that stuff
Hey, Santa's done give me the word that
If you ain't a good girl by Christmas
He said he's gonna take it all back
If you ain't got it right come Christmas night
He's gonna put it back in the sack
You've got a lot of things on your list
And you better straighten up your act
'Cause if you ain't a good girl by Christmas
Hey, Santa's gonna take it all back
Got you a car back on your birthday
But that didn't get me nowhere
I did dinner and wine on valentine's
And you acted like you didn't care
Hey, it's time you loved your fellow man
That's what the season is all about
Now, I've heard it said that it ain't what you get
But baby, I'm plum give out
If you ain't a good girl by Christmas
He said he's gonna take it all back
If you ain't got it right come Christmas night
He's gonna put it back in the sack
You've got a lot of things on your list
And you better straighten up your act
'Cause if you ain't a good girl by Christmas
Hey, Santa's gonna take it all back
Now, you've got a lot of things on your list
But if you don't straighten up your act
If you ain't a good girl by Christmas
Yeah, Santa's gonna take it all back
If you ain't a good girl by Christmas
Yeah, Santa's gonna take it all back
Aw, he's gonna get it all too baby
Box it up, put it up on that big sleigh
He might throw that car up with it
Wave bye-bye, I told ya, and I told ya
Santa's the man, baby

song performed by Toby Keith
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If You're Gonna Straighten Up

She's getting tired of your running around
Out every night trying to paint the town
She's growing weary of your childish games
She's getting fed up with the dang thing
You better listen to me when I talk
That little lady's 'bout to up and walk
And if she leaves you,boy you'll lose your mind
So if you're gonna straighten up,brother now's the time
She's been calling on my telephone
I've got a shoulder she's been crying on
You'd see the ending if you'd only look
Your baby doll's about to close the book
You keep neglecting what you've got at home
The way she looks she won't be lonely long
I know she loves you but she's tired of lies
So if you're gonna straighten up,brother now's the time
A woman has her needs and her desires
She ought to have the lovin' she requires
You can keep her if you only try
But better hurry 'fore she says goodbye
The kind of love that gives a girl a thrill
If you won't give it there are those who will
There's lot's of men who'd love to have a shot
At having something you've already got
You best be careful what you throw away
It just might haunt you till your dying day
What's the matter with you boy,you blond?
If you're gonna straighten up,brother now's the time

song performed by Travis Tritt
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This Is Me!

You can't judge a book by it's cover
So why can you judge a man by his looks?
It doesn't matter if he's Short or tall,
You have to look inside to know him

You can't give a label on a girl you don't know.
You can't tell a person how to live
You have to know there life story
Before you can tell them who there are

I wear tank tops and Skirts.
eye liner and Mascara
But did you know I like football?
I carry a purse, I straighten my hair
But did you know I like rock music?

It doesn't matter what I look like
I am me,
and you don't know who I am
Unless you talk to me

Did you know that the guy over there enjoys animals
and That girl is a cancer survivor?
Some people aren't given the chance to explain
But they have some much to give to the world

I wear tank tops and Skirts.
eye liner and Mascara
But did you know I like football?
I carry a purse, I straighten my hair
But did you know I like rock music?

It doesn't matter what I look like
I am me,
and you don't know who I am
Unless you talk to me

You can try to tell me that I don't belong,
You can call me any name in the book
But no matter what I'll know
That this is me

I wear tank tops and Skirts.
eye liner and Mascara
But did you know I like football?
I carry a purse, I straighten my hair
But did you know I like rock music?

It doesn't matter what I look like
I am me,

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poem by Serah Regnier
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Pickthorn Manor

I

How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day!
A steely silver, underlined with blue,
And flashing where the round clouds, blown away,
Let drop the yellow sunshine to gleam through
And tip the edges of the waves with shifts
And spots of whitest fire, hard like gems
Cut from the midnight moon they were, and sharp
As wind through leafless stems.
The Lady Eunice walked between the drifts
Of blooming cherry-trees, and watched the rifts
Of clouds drawn through the river's azure warp.

II

Her little feet tapped softly down the path.
Her soul was listless; even the morning breeze
Fluttering the trees and strewing a light swath
Of fallen petals on the grass, could please
Her not at all. She brushed a hair aside
With a swift move, and a half-angry frown.
She stopped to pull a daffodil or two,
And held them to her gown
To test the colours; put them at her side,
Then at her breast, then loosened them and tried
Some new arrangement, but it would not do.

III

A lady in a Manor-house, alone,
Whose husband is in Flanders with the Duke
Of Marlborough and Prince Eugene, she's grown
Too apathetic even to rebuke
Her idleness. What is she on this Earth?
No woman surely, since she neither can
Be wed nor single, must not let her mind
Build thoughts upon a man
Except for hers. Indeed that were no dearth
Were her Lord here, for well she knew his worth,
And when she thought of him her eyes were kind.

IV

Too lately wed to have forgot the wooing.
Too unaccustomed as a bride to feel
Other than strange delight at her wife's doing.
Even at the thought a gentle blush would steal
Over her face, and then her lips would frame
Some little word of loving, and her eyes

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poem by Amy Lowell
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The Box-Tree's Love

Long time beside the squatter's gate
A great grey Box-Tree, early, late,
Or shine or rain, in silence there
Had stood and watched the seasons fare:
Had seen the wind upon the plain
Caress the amber ears of grain;
The river burst its banks and come
Far past its belt of mighty gum:
Had seen the scarlet months of drought
Scourging the land with fiery knout;
And seasons ill and seasons good
Had alternated as they would.
The years were born, had grown and gone,
While suns had set and suns had shone;
Fierce flames had swept; chill waters drenched;—
That sturdy yeoman never blenched.

The Tree had watched the station grow—
The buildings rising row on row;
And from that point of vantage green,
Peering athwart its leafy screen,
The wondering soldier-birds had seen
The lumbering bullock-dray draw near,
Led by that swarthy pioneer
Who, gazing at the pleasant shade,
Was tempted, dropped his whip and stayed;
Brought there his wanderings to a close;
Unloosed the polished yokes and bows.

The bullocks, thankful for the boon,
Rang on their bells a merry tune:
The hobbles clinked; the horses grazed;
The snowy calico was raised;
The fire was lit; the fragrant tea
Drunk to a sunset melody
Tuned by the day before it died
To waken on Earth's other side.
There 'twas, beneath that Box-Tree's shade,
Fortune's foundation-stone was laid;
Cemented fast with toil and thrift,
Stone upon stone was laid to lift
A mighty arch, commemorate
Of one who reached the goal too late.
That white-haired pioneer with pride
Fitted the keystone; then he died:
His toil, his thrift, all to what boot?
He gave his life for Dead Sea fruit:
What did it boot his wide domain
Of feathered pine and sweeping plain,
Sand-ridge and turf? for he lay dead—

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poem by Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
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Hiawatha's Fasting

You shall hear how Hiawatha
Prayed and fasted in the forest,
Not for greater skill in hunting,
Not for greater craft in fishing,
Not for triumphs in the battle,
And renown among the warriors,
But for profit of the people,
For advantage of the nations.
First he built a lodge for fasting,
Built a wigwam in the forest,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
In the blithe and pleasant Spring-time,
In the Moon of Leaves he built it,
And, with dreams and visions many,
Seven whole days and nights he fasted.
On the first day of his fasting
Through the leafy woods he wandered;
Saw the deer start from the thicket,
Saw the rabbit in his burrow,
Heard the pheasant, Bena, drumming,
Heard the squirrel, Adjidaumo,
Rattling in his hoard of acorns,
Saw the pigeon, the Omeme,
Building nests among the pinetrees,
And in flocks the wild-goose, Wawa,
Flying to the fen-lands northward,
Whirring, wailing far above him.
"Master of Life!" he cried, desponding,
"Must our lives depend on these things?"
On the next day of his fasting
By the river's brink he wandered,
Through the Muskoday, the meadow,
Saw the wild rice, Mahnomonee,
Saw the blueberry, Meenahga,
And the strawberry, Odahmin,
And the gooseberry, Shahbomin,
And the grape.vine, the Bemahgut,
Trailing o'er the alder-branches,
Filling all the air with fragrance!
"Master of Life!" he cried, desponding,
"Must our lives depend on these things?"
On the third day of his fasting
By the lake he sat and pondered,
By the still, transparent water;
Saw the sturgeon, Nahma, leaping,
Scattering drops like beads of wampum,
Saw the yellow perch, the Sahwa,
Like a sunbeam in the water,
Saw the pike, the Maskenozha,
And the herring, Okahahwis,

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Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis, The

Full of wrath was Hiawatha
When he came into the village,
Found the people in confusion,
Heard of all the misdemeanors,
All the malice and the mischief,
Of the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis.
Hard his breath came through his nostrils,
Through his teeth he buzzed and muttered
Words of anger and resentment,
Hot and humming, like a hornet.
"I will slay this Pau-Puk-Keewis,
Slay this mischief-maker!" said he.
"Not so long and wide the world is,
Not so rude and rough the way is,
That my wrath shall not attain him,
That my vengeance shall not reach him!"
Then in swift pursuit departed
Hiawatha and the hunters
On the trail of Pau-Puk-Keewis,
Through the forest, where he passed it,
To the headlands where he rested;
But they found not Pau-Puk-Keewis,
Only in the trampled grasses,
In the whortleberry-bushes,
Found the couch where he had rested,
Found the impress of his body.
From the lowlands far beneath them,
From the Muskoday, the meadow,
Pau-Puk-Keewis, turning backward,
Made a gesture of defiance,
Made a gesture of derision;
And aloud cried Hiawatha,
From the summit of the mountains:
"Not so long and wide the world is,
Not so rude and rough the way is,
But my wrath shall overtake you,
And my vengeance shall attain you!"
Over rock and over river,
Through bush, and brake, and forest,
Ran the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis;
Like an antelope he bounded,
Till he came unto a streamlet
In the middle of the forest,
To a streamlet still and tranquil,
That had overflowed its margin,
To a dam made by the beavers,
To a pond of quiet water,
Where knee-deep the trees were standing,
Where the water lilies floated,
Where the rushes waved and whispered.

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The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis

Full of wrath was Hiawatha
When he came into the village,
Found the people in confusion,
Heard of all the misdemeanors,
All the malice and the mischief,
Of the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis.
Hard his breath came through his nostrils,
Through his teeth he buzzed and muttered
Words of anger and resentment,
Hot and humming, like a hornet.
"I will slay this Pau-Puk-Keewis,
Slay this mischief-maker!" said he.
"Not so long and wide the world is,
Not so rude and rough the way is,
That my wrath shall not attain him,
That my vengeance shall not reach him!"
Then in swift pursuit departed
Hiawatha and the hunters
On the trail of Pau-Puk-Keewis,
Through the forest, where he passed it,
To the headlands where he rested;
But they found not Pau-Puk-Keewis,
Only in the trampled grasses,
In the whortleberry-bushes,
Found the couch where he had rested,
Found the impress of his body.
From the lowlands far beneath them,
From the Muskoday, the meadow,
Pau-Puk-Keewis, turning backward,
Made a gesture of defiance,
Made a gesture of derision;
And aloud cried Hiawatha,
From the summit of the mountains:
"Not so long and wide the world is,
Not so rude and rough the way is,
But my wrath shall overtake you,
And my vengeance shall attain you!"
Over rock and over river,
Through bush, and brake, and forest,
Ran the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis;
Like an antelope he bounded,
Till he came unto a streamlet
In the middle of the forest,
To a streamlet still and tranquil,
That had overflowed its margin,
To a dam made by the beavers,
To a pond of quiet water,
Where knee-deep the trees were standing,
Where the water lilies floated,
Where the rushes waved and whispered.

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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