Wakonda,- unknown Wakonda,
Thou who slayeth with Light,
See the warrior bend
To propitiate thy might.
Gravely now he woos thee
With the Pipe of Peace,-
Facing the Four Winds' Lodges
That storm and blight may cease.
God with the searing eyes
And crashing voice that rends-
Accept thy Red Son's offering
As the smoke of peace ascends.