New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1855-11-06
NEW PUBLICAII ONS.
LONGFELLOw'S NEW POEM.

Q cent 10 instruct Tue ioicst si"0' AZ '-N
ice. His simple history presents several incl
Its that appeal to the imagination ana nave
esdy suggested fsvorite themes for poetic EN-
li,hment Mr.. Loncfellow has aimed to embodJ
Sc traditions in connected narrstive, inter
aving with them various other remains OF Legend
lore. and adjoining the story with numerous
,criptions of the sylvan landscape. The scene
placed among the Ojibways on the southern
IRE of Lake Superior between the Pictured Rocks
the Grand Sable.
The poem opens rather abruptly with an e3
nation of its origin and design
SHOULD you ask me, whence these storss
Whence these legends and traditions,
With the odoTs OF the forest,
With the dew and damp CT uneadoss,
With the curug sdoke OF wlgwans,
With the rushing Of great rivers,
With their frequent Iepeti IONS,
And their wild Tever berstOns,
AZ Of thunder in the mountains
should al sser | should tel you
From The forests and The prairle',
From the great lakes OF the Northlsnd,
Frem u e nnd of the 0jibvays,
From the land OF the DacOiahs,
From he mountains mOors, and fel LANDS,
Where the heron, the Shuh shuh gah,
FEEDS among the reeds and rusaes.
repeat them as heard them
From the lips OF Nawsdahs,
The musician, tie swee. singer
Should you ask where Nawsd aha
Found these songs, 90 wild and wayward,
FouI d hese legends and traditions,
Isbould answer, should tell you,
" In the b,gds ntris OF the forest,
In the l%ges OF the beaver,
In the hoof. rints OF tire bison,
10 the eyry Of he eagle
IAN he wild fowl sang them to him,
In the n eorlands al d the fsn.lands,
In tie melancholy marshes;
Chetowais, the ploVer, sang them,
Mahng, the loon, the Wild goose, Wawa,
The blue heron, the Shut snuh-gah,
And the grouse, the Mushkodsss"
Ii still furtcer you should ask me.
Saving, Who was NaRadahaI
Tell US Of this Nawaieha,
hould answer your inquiries
Strai. h,wsy in such words as follow:
"In the Gale Of Ia yasen ha,
In the green and silent valley,
BY the pleasant water. courses,
Dwelt the singer Navedaha.
Round about the Indian village
Spread the meadows and the corn fields,
And hey ond TIE IN stood the forest,
Stood the groves OF singing pi0e tees,
Greer III Summer, white IN winter,
Ever ,ighug, ever sipging
" And the pleasant water courses,
You could trace them through tbs vsllsy,
BY the n stiDg in toe Spnng-time,
BY the SldeIs in The Summer,
BY the white fog in the Autumn,
BY the black line in tie Winter;
And bes-e them d selt the singer,
In the Vale Of Tawss ntha,
In the green and silent valley.
" here be sang OF Hiaws'1s,
Sang the Sopg OF Htswsiha,
Sang bis wondfous birth and being,
How be prayed and how be fasted,
How he lived, and toled, and suffered,
That he tribes of men might prosper,
That he might advance bis people"
Ie who love the hsun.s Of Nature,
Love the sur shine OF the meadow,
Love Il G shadow Of the forest
Love the wind among the branches
And the rain sho yer and the snow storm,
And the rushirg % great rivers
Through their ,li. ades Of pine-trees
And the thunder in the mountains,
Whose nnumerable echoes
Flap ike eagles in their eyries
Listen 10 these wild traditions,
To this Song Of Hiawatha
Ye WHO love a nations legends,
Love the BALLADS Of people,
That ike voices from sfsr of
Cell TO us 10 pause and listen,
Speak 10 tones go plain and childlike,
Scarcely can the Ear distinguish
Whether they are sung or spoken
Listen to this lnoian Legend,
To this SOrg OF Hiawathsl
Yeuhose hearts are fresh and simple.
Who have faith in God and Nature,
Who believe that in all ages
Every hamsn be art ie human,
Yba, in even savage bWOms
There are lOngiDss, yeaThinss, str,vings
For the good they comprehend lot,
That the feeble hands and helpless,
Cropping blindy in tie dukness,
Touch Gods right hand in that darkness
And are ii'ed up and strengthened
List-n 20 ths Elm PIE story,
To this Song Of H.aws;hs!
Ye who sometimes in your ramble.
Through the eiesn lanes OF the country.
Where the ,sDaled bsrberry bushes
Hspg their tufts Of cIimson berries
Over stone walls gray with moses,
Psuse by some neglected grave yard,
For wbile 10 muse, and ponder
On hslf-efaced inscription,
Written with little skill Of sorg-crafi,
Homely plssser, bu, each letter
Full of hope and yet OF heart-oreak,
Full Of all the tender pa.hos
OF the Here ans tie Hereafer;-
Stay apc read this rude inscriytion,
Read this Song CT HlaEstha
Nudiekeewis, the dusky sire of Hiawaths
9 crowned warrior among the tribes, anC
obtained signal honors by his triumph oveI
she -Mokwa, the " Great Bear ofthe Mountains,
IN whose neck be had borne away wondroul
ply in sacred Belt Of Wampum." AS the re
I'd Of this exploit be received the name of tn,
est-Wind, with the privilege thenceforth Of hold
iuprems dominic, oyer all the winds Of heaven