The Arctic Indian's Faith

WE worship the Spirit that walks unseen
Through our land of ice and snow ;
We know not His face, we know not His place,
But His presence and power we know.
Does the Buffalo need the Pale-face word
To find his pathway far ?
What guide has he to the hidden ford,
Or where the green pastures are ?
Who teacheth the Moose that the hunter's gun
Is peering out of the shade ?
Who teacheth the doe and the fawn to run
In the track the Moose has made?

Him do we follow, Him do we fear,
The Spirit of earth and sky ;
Who hears with the Wapiti's eager ear
His poor red children's cry ;
Whose whisper we note in every breeze
That stirs the birch canoe ;
Who hangs the reindeer-moss on the trees
For the food of the Caribou.
The Spirit we worship, who walks unseen
Through our land of ice and snow ;
We know not His face, we know not His place,
But His presence and power we know.