Is This Is A Dream? O, If

When We Walk Towards The Sun Of Truth, All Shadows Are Cast Behind Us.

To Be Left Alone, And Face To Face With My Own Crime, Had Been Just Retribution.

What Else Remains For Me? Youth, Hope And Love; To Build A New Life On A Ruined Life.

By The Shore Of Gitche Gumee, By The Shining Big-sea-water, At The Doorway Of His Wigwam, In The Pleasant Summer Morning, Hiawatha Stood And Waited.

There Is Nothing Holier In This Life Of Ours Than The First Consciousness Of Love, The First Fluttering Of Its Silken Wings.