Grandfather made me magical medicine
That is true!
Being of mystery,--grown in the water--
He gave it to me!
To the face of our Grandfather stretch out your hand;
Holding a quadruped, stretch out your hand!

Till high o'er the hills of the east
Anpetuwee walked on his journey,
In secret they danced at the feast,
and communed with the mighty Unktehee.
Then opened the door of the tee
to the eyes of the day and the people,
And the sons of Unktehee, to be,
were endowed with the sacred Ozuha [82]
By the son of tall Wazi-kute, Tamdoka,
the chief of the Magi.
And thus since the birth-day of man
--since he sprang from the heart of the mountains, [69]
Has the sacred "Wacepee Wakan"
by the warlike Dakotas been honored,
And the god-favored sons of the clan
work their will with the help of the spirits.

'Twas sunrise; the spirits of mist
trailed their white robes on dewy savannas,
And the flowers raised their heads to be kissed
by the first golden beams of the morning.
The breeze was abroad with the breath