Classic Poem

Much of P A-PUCK-WIS too he said,
 The urchin god of fun and trickery,
And other godlings by him led,
And demons dancing on the head,
 As supple as a sapling hickory.
And looking toward The Milky Way,
 Which he The Path of Spirits named,
He told how half the soul would stay
Around its early haunts to play,
 When God the other half had claimed;
And how all living Red men stand
With half their shade in shadow land;
And how all Life to Red men known
Once walked in shapes just like our own;
And though doomed now as brutes to walk,
How Spirits still to brutes will talk,
And whisper blessed words of cheer
From bush or tree they're browsing near,
Saying that none at last shall go
Down to the Fiend M ACHINETO .