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[Great Father, let piety be our life's measure]
Great Father, let piety be our life's measure,
Our purest of duties, and truest of pleasure;
Bad living—bad acting, the curse of our lands,
Oh, come let us leave, as the Spirit commands.
Our purest of duties, and truest of pleasure;
Bad living—bad acting, the curse of our lands,
Oh, come let us leave, as the Spirit commands.
Then blest in our roving, wherever we go,
Success shall attend on our camp and our bow;
We will live without blame, and will pity our kind,
And when we depart, leave a good name behind.
Success shall attend on our camp and our bow;
We will live without blame, and will pity our kind,
And when we depart, leave a good name behind.
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The Great Spirit made us—the Great Spirit knows,
Our wants and our weakness, our virtues and woes;
But if we forget him, and pray not most true,
He will leave us in darkness all life's journey through.
Our wants and our weakness, our virtues and woes;
But if we forget him, and pray not most true,
He will leave us in darkness all life's journey through.
Pray comrade ... pray warrior ... pray hunter ... pray chief,
'Tis the only sure mode of our getting relief;
He will hearken to bless his poor sons of the wood,
And give us a seat in the land of the good.
'Tis the only sure mode of our getting relief;
He will hearken to bless his poor sons of the wood,
And give us a seat in the land of the good.
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