The two lads were very dear to him.

He knew that they were uncommon types, raised by the gift of God far above the normal.
"Let him rest there, Tayoga," he said, "while those brilliant banks last, which won't be long.

All things change, and the glorious hues will soon give way to the dark." "True, Great Bear, but if the night comes it, in turn, must yield to the dawn.

All things change, as you say, but nothing perishes.

The sun tomorrow will be the same sun that we see today.