cypress trees Quench the flaming scarlet flora Of the painted Esaurora, Drenched in rivers to their knees! Honowehto! Like Thendara! Let them hunt to Danascara Back along the Saguenay, On the trail to Carenay, Through the Silver Horicon Till the night and day are one! Where the Adriutha flowing Sings below Oswaya glowing. Where the sunset of Kandaia Paints the meadows of Yndaia, Let them seek my Hidden Son ‘Till the sun and moon are one!”
TE-KI-E-HO-KEN
“Nai Shehawa! She lies sleeping, Where the green leaves closely fold her! He shall wake first and behold her Who is given to his keeping; He shall strip her of her leaves Where she sleeps amid the sheaves, Snowy white, without a stain, Nothing marred of wind or rain. So from slumber she shall waken, And behold the green