Classic Poem

Remember the promise, Dakotah,
Remember Messiah has said:
“I come on the morrow, my children,
And with me the numberless dead.
Again will the sunlight on lances
Shiver and break at the morn—

On the lances of warriors, Dakotah,
The bright eagle feathers adorn.
Again will the buffalo fatten,
Again will the swift hunters roam;
Dance the ghost-dance, O Dakotah!
For to-morrow thy people come home.”