Calm"Bathe now in the stream before you,
Wash the war-paint from your faces,
Wash the blood-stains from your fingers,
Bury your war-clubs and your weapons,
Break the red stone from this quarry,
Mould and make it into Peace-Pipes,
Take the reeds that grow beside you,
Deck them with your brightest feathers,
Smoke the calumet together"
(Gitche Manito speaking to the Nations)
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
These are a few lines from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's passionate, imploring poem, The Peace-Pipe (from The Song of Hiawatha). If you would care to read this poem in its entirety, it can be found at the Poets' Corner website.



















































