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     Over powers of good and ill,
Powers which bless and powers which ban;
     Wizard lord of Pennacook,
Chiefs upon their war-path shook,
     When they met the steady look
Of that wise dark man.

Tales of him the gray squaw told,
     When the winter night-wind cold
Pierced her blanket's thickest fold,
     And her fire burned low and small,
Till the very child abed,
     Drew its bear-skin over head,
Shrinking from the pale lights shed
     On the trembling wall.

All the subtle spirits hiding
     Under earth or wave, abiding
In the caverned rock, or riding
     Misty clouds or morning breeze;
Every dark intelligence,
     Secret soul, and influence
Of all things which outward sense
     Feels, or hears, or sees,—

These the wizard's skill confessed,
     At his bidding banned or blessed,
Stormful woke or lulled to rest
     Wind and cloud, and fire and flood;
Burned for him the drifted snow,
     Bade through ice fresh lilies blow,
And the leaves of summer grow
     Over winter's wood!

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