I Had A Vision With Which I

Grown Men May Learn From Very Little Children, For The Hearts Of Little Children Are Pure, And, Therefore, The Great Spirit May Show To Them Many Things Which Older People Miss.

The Life Of An Indian Is Like The Wings Of The Air. That Is Why You Notice The Hawk Knows How To Get His Prey. The Indian Is Like That. The Hawk Swoops Down On Its Prey, So Does The Indian. In His Lament He Is Like An Animal. For Instance, The Coyote Is Sly, So Is The Indian. The Eagle Is The Same. That Is Why The Indian Is Always Feathered Up, He Is A Relative To The Wings Of The Air.

The Holy Land Is Everywhere.

Know The Power That Is Peace.

But If The Vision Was True And Mighty, As I Know, It Is True And Mighty Yet;for Such Things Are Of Spirit, And It Is In The Darkness Of Their Eyes That Men Get Lost.