Song of Hiawatha: Native Indian Warrior & Lover Photo Print

In the land of the Dacotahs, where the forests are dark and deep, And the shadows of night are long, There lived a young warrior, Hiawatha, With a heart full of sorrow and wrong. - He was tall and strong, with a face like the moon, And eyes like the stars in the night, But his spirit was dark, and his soul was in pain, For he had seen too much of the light. - He had seen the blood of his people, Flowing like water in the sand, And he had heard the cries of the women, As they mourned for their lost command. - He had seen the fires of the white man, Burning the homes of his kin, And he had heard the laughter of the soldiers, As they danced on the graves of the slain. - So he turned away from the light, And embraced the darkness instead, And he became a warrior of the night, With a heart full of hatred and dread. - He sought revenge for his people, And he struck down all who opposed him, And he became a legend in the land, A warrior of darkness, a shadow of doom. - But in the end, he found no peace, For the darkness consumed him, And he was lost in the shadows, Forevermore. - This 1889 work by Frederic Remington is in the public domain in the United States because it was published (or registered with the U.S. Copyright Office) before January 1, 1927.