It Is In The Darkness Of Their

You Remember That My Great Vision Came To Me When I Was Only Nine Years Old, And You Have Seen That I Was Not Much Good For Anything Until After I Had Performed The Horse Dance Near The Mouth Of The Tongue River During My Eighteenth Summer.

Now Suddenly There Was Nothing But A World Of Cloud, And We Three Were There Alone In The Middle Of A Great White Plain With Snowy Hills And Mountains Staring At Us; And It Was Very Still; But There Were Whispers.

Grandfather, Great Spirit, Once More Behold Me On Earth And Lean To Hear My Feeble Voice.

Hear Me, Four Quarters Of The World-a Relative I Am! Give Me The Strength To Walk The Soft Earth, A Relative To All That Is! Give Me The Eyes To See And The Strength To Understand, That I May Be Like You. With Your Power Only Can I Face The Winds.

It Is Hard To Follow One Great Vision In This World Of Darkness And Of Many Changing Shadows. Among Those Men Get Lost.