Rests upon it, sweetly singing:
"Wherefore is the silver birch-tree
Left unharmed of all the forest? "
Spake the ancient Wainamoinen:
"Therefore I have left the birch-tree,
Left the birch-tree only growing,
Home for thee for joyful singing.
Call thou here, O sweet-voiced cuckoo,
Sing thou here from throat of velvet,
Sing thou here with voice of silver,
Sing the cuckoo's golden flute-notes;
Call at morning, call at evening,
Call within the hour of noontide,
For the better growth of forests,
For the ripening of the barley,
For the richness of, the Northland,
For the joy of Kalevala."




RUNE III.



WAINAMOINEN AND YOUKAHAINEN.


Wainamoinen, ancient minstrel,
Passed his years in full contentment,