Indian melodies :: :: University of Virginia Library

In the frowning cliff, that high
Glooms above the passing eye:
Casting spectral shadows tall,
Over lower rock and wall:
In its morn and sunset glow,
I behold a Manito.

By the lake, or river lone,
In the humble fretted stone,
Water-sculptured, and by chance,
Cast along the wave's expanse:
In its morn and sunset glow,
I behold a Manito.

In whatever's dark or new,
And my senses cannot view,
Complex work ... appearance strange,
Arts' advance, or nature's change:
Fearful e'er of hurt or woe,
I behold a Manito.

In the motions of the sky,
Where the angry lightnings fly,

And the thunder, dread and dire,
Lifts his mighty voice in fire:
Awed with fear of sudden woe,
I behold a Manito.

Here, my humble voice I lift,
Here, I lay my sacred gift;
And with heart that bowing prays,
Cries of hallelujah raise.
Spirit, Father, God, or Jove,
Thee I fear, and Thee I love;
And if joy betide, or woe,
Thou, thou art my Manito.