Why I Try to Sing

When I was little at my mother’s knee
Hiawatha came to stay with me.

“Wah-wah- tay-see, little fire-fly,
Little flitting, white-fire insect,
Little, dancing white-fire creature,
Light me with your little candle,
Ere upon my bed I lay me
Ere in sleep I close my eyelids!” ^*

Is it any wonder I would try to sing,
Imprinted as a child by so magical a thing?

 

 

*Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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