The Great Spirit lives in women, and old people, and little children.

He loves the smoke of the wigwam, and the green fields of the flowers, and the blue gardens of stars.

And he loves music--it is his voice, the whisper of the soul.
"He spoke in the pine-tops, on the lips of the seas, in the shell, in the reed and the war-drum.

Then _she_ came.

He speaks through _her_.