LVII.“On Seekonk’s bank, betwixt my brothers whiteAnd the red nations I might friendly stand,And help them still to understand arightWhate’er was doubtful from each other’s hand;The chain of friendship hold, and keep it bright,And strengthen thus all Narraganset’s band;Till ’gainst our common foes we all unite,And conquer safety through resistless might.
LVII.
“On Seekonk’s bank, betwixt my brothers whiteAnd the red nations I might friendly stand,And help them still to understand arightWhate’er was doubtful from each other’s hand;The chain of friendship hold, and keep it bright,And strengthen thus all Narraganset’s band;Till ’gainst our common foes we all unite,And conquer safety through resistless might.
“On Seekonk’s bank, betwixt my brothers whiteAnd the red nations I might friendly stand,And help them still to understand arightWhate’er was doubtful from each other’s hand;The chain of friendship hold, and keep it bright,And strengthen thus all Narraganset’s band;Till ’gainst our common foes we all unite,And conquer safety through resistless might.
“On Seekonk’s bank, betwixt my brothers whiteAnd the red nations I might friendly stand,And help them still to understand arightWhate’er was doubtful from each other’s hand;The chain of friendship hold, and keep it bright,And strengthen thus all Narraganset’s band;Till ’gainst our common foes we all unite,And conquer safety through resistless might.
“On Seekonk’s bank, betwixt my brothers white
And the red nations I might friendly stand,
And help them still to understand aright
Whate’er was doubtful from each other’s hand;
The chain of friendship hold, and keep it bright,
And strengthen thus all Narraganset’s band;
Till ’gainst our common foes we all unite,
And conquer safety through resistless might.
LVIII.“This question seeks the Sachem’s plain reply:Takes he the pipe—lays he the axe aside?Have I his peace, or does he peace deny,Nor in my honest counsels aught confide?Still chooses he the doubtful strife to try,And brave the Yengees with his foes allied?Say—can he listen to an exiled man,Whose words and deeds might still befriend his clan?”
LVIII.
“This question seeks the Sachem’s plain reply:Takes he the pipe—lays he the axe aside?Have I his peace, or does he peace deny,Nor in my honest counsels aught confide?Still chooses he the doubtful strife to try,And brave the Yengees with his foes allied?Say—can he listen to an exiled man,Whose words and deeds might still befriend his clan?”
“This question seeks the Sachem’s plain reply:Takes he the pipe—lays he the axe aside?Have I his peace, or does he peace deny,Nor in my honest counsels aught confide?Still chooses he the doubtful strife to try,And brave the Yengees with his foes allied?Say—can he listen to an exiled man,Whose words and deeds might still befriend his clan?”
“This question seeks the Sachem’s plain reply:Takes he the pipe—lays he the axe aside?Have I his peace, or does he peace deny,Nor in my honest counsels aught confide?Still chooses he the doubtful strife to try,And brave the Yengees with his foes allied?Say—can he listen to an exiled man,Whose words and deeds might still befriend his clan?”
“This question seeks the Sachem’s plain reply:
Takes he the pipe—lays he the axe aside?
Have I his peace, or does he peace deny,
Nor in my honest counsels aught confide?
Still chooses he the doubtful strife to try,
And brave the Yengees with his foes allied?
Say—can he listen to an exiled man,
Whose words and deeds might still befriend his clan?”
LIX.“Brother,” the Sachem said in milder tone,“Six fragments of the pipe, as well explained,My willing hand receives—I ponder onThe last in doubt—the three, thou hast retained,Send to Awanux—may he answer soon,And show our blindness has of them complained;Thy heart seems open, and its speech is brave;Queries of weight demand an answer grave.
LIX.
“Brother,” the Sachem said in milder tone,“Six fragments of the pipe, as well explained,My willing hand receives—I ponder onThe last in doubt—the three, thou hast retained,Send to Awanux—may he answer soon,And show our blindness has of them complained;Thy heart seems open, and its speech is brave;Queries of weight demand an answer grave.
“Brother,” the Sachem said in milder tone,“Six fragments of the pipe, as well explained,My willing hand receives—I ponder onThe last in doubt—the three, thou hast retained,Send to Awanux—may he answer soon,And show our blindness has of them complained;Thy heart seems open, and its speech is brave;Queries of weight demand an answer grave.
“Brother,” the Sachem said in milder tone,“Six fragments of the pipe, as well explained,My willing hand receives—I ponder onThe last in doubt—the three, thou hast retained,Send to Awanux—may he answer soon,And show our blindness has of them complained;Thy heart seems open, and its speech is brave;Queries of weight demand an answer grave.
“Brother,” the Sachem said in milder tone,
“Six fragments of the pipe, as well explained,
My willing hand receives—I ponder on
The last in doubt—the three, thou hast retained,
Send to Awanux—may he answer soon,
And show our blindness has of them complained;
Thy heart seems open, and its speech is brave;
Queries of weight demand an answer grave.
LX.“Large is our regal lodge, and furnished wellWith skins of beaver, bear, and buffalo;Nausamp and venison is its royal meal;And its warm fire is like the summer’s glow:There, with that Wampanoag shalt thou dwell,And all our comforts in full safety know;The whilst, our old chiefs shall, in council great,Upon thy questions gravely meditate.”
LX.
“Large is our regal lodge, and furnished wellWith skins of beaver, bear, and buffalo;Nausamp and venison is its royal meal;And its warm fire is like the summer’s glow:There, with that Wampanoag shalt thou dwell,And all our comforts in full safety know;The whilst, our old chiefs shall, in council great,Upon thy questions gravely meditate.”
“Large is our regal lodge, and furnished wellWith skins of beaver, bear, and buffalo;Nausamp and venison is its royal meal;And its warm fire is like the summer’s glow:There, with that Wampanoag shalt thou dwell,And all our comforts in full safety know;The whilst, our old chiefs shall, in council great,Upon thy questions gravely meditate.”
“Large is our regal lodge, and furnished wellWith skins of beaver, bear, and buffalo;Nausamp and venison is its royal meal;And its warm fire is like the summer’s glow:There, with that Wampanoag shalt thou dwell,And all our comforts in full safety know;The whilst, our old chiefs shall, in council great,Upon thy questions gravely meditate.”
“Large is our regal lodge, and furnished well
With skins of beaver, bear, and buffalo;
Nausamp and venison is its royal meal;
And its warm fire is like the summer’s glow:
There, with that Wampanoag shalt thou dwell,
And all our comforts in full safety know;
The whilst, our old chiefs shall, in council great,
Upon thy questions gravely meditate.”
LXI.Here closed the long debate, and, from the ground,Rose the thronged warriors, and hoarse murmurs pastThrough all that concourse, like the hollow soundOf Narraganset’s waters, when the blastBegins to roll the tumbling billows roundThe rock-bound cape, which had so lately glassedIts imaged self—its pendant crags and wood—In the calm bosom of the silent flood.
LXI.
Here closed the long debate, and, from the ground,Rose the thronged warriors, and hoarse murmurs pastThrough all that concourse, like the hollow soundOf Narraganset’s waters, when the blastBegins to roll the tumbling billows roundThe rock-bound cape, which had so lately glassedIts imaged self—its pendant crags and wood—In the calm bosom of the silent flood.
Here closed the long debate, and, from the ground,Rose the thronged warriors, and hoarse murmurs pastThrough all that concourse, like the hollow soundOf Narraganset’s waters, when the blastBegins to roll the tumbling billows roundThe rock-bound cape, which had so lately glassedIts imaged self—its pendant crags and wood—In the calm bosom of the silent flood.
Here closed the long debate, and, from the ground,Rose the thronged warriors, and hoarse murmurs pastThrough all that concourse, like the hollow soundOf Narraganset’s waters, when the blastBegins to roll the tumbling billows roundThe rock-bound cape, which had so lately glassedIts imaged self—its pendant crags and wood—In the calm bosom of the silent flood.
Here closed the long debate, and, from the ground,
Rose the thronged warriors, and hoarse murmurs past
Through all that concourse, like the hollow sound
Of Narraganset’s waters, when the blast
Begins to roll the tumbling billows round
The rock-bound cape, which had so lately glassed
Its imaged self—its pendant crags and wood—
In the calm bosom of the silent flood.