(Photo of the upper Tahquamenon falls by Grace King)
Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree!
Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree!
Growing by the rushing river,
Tall and stately in the valley
I a light canoe will build me,
Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing,
That shall float on the river,
Like a yellow leaf in Autumn,
Like a yellow water lily!
Thus aloud cried Hiawatha
In the solitary forest.
By the rushing Taquamenaw,
when the birds were singing gaily,
In the Moon of Leaves were singing,
And the sun, from sleep awaking,
Started up and said, “Behold Me!
Gheezis, the great Sun, behold me!”
~From VII. Hiawatha Sailing
The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow