LIX.His mission finished, Father Williams sped,With Waban guiding, through the forest lone;Nor cold nor hunger did he longer dread,Or bore them cheerly now, his object won;Quickly to Haup did he the thickets thread—To Haup, so well to Pilgrim Father known—And found that Sachem, mid his warriors stern,Alarmed, but hoping still his safe return.
LIX.
His mission finished, Father Williams sped,With Waban guiding, through the forest lone;Nor cold nor hunger did he longer dread,Or bore them cheerly now, his object won;Quickly to Haup did he the thickets thread—To Haup, so well to Pilgrim Father known—And found that Sachem, mid his warriors stern,Alarmed, but hoping still his safe return.
His mission finished, Father Williams sped,With Waban guiding, through the forest lone;Nor cold nor hunger did he longer dread,Or bore them cheerly now, his object won;Quickly to Haup did he the thickets thread—To Haup, so well to Pilgrim Father known—And found that Sachem, mid his warriors stern,Alarmed, but hoping still his safe return.
His mission finished, Father Williams sped,With Waban guiding, through the forest lone;Nor cold nor hunger did he longer dread,Or bore them cheerly now, his object won;Quickly to Haup did he the thickets thread—To Haup, so well to Pilgrim Father known—And found that Sachem, mid his warriors stern,Alarmed, but hoping still his safe return.
His mission finished, Father Williams sped,
With Waban guiding, through the forest lone;
Nor cold nor hunger did he longer dread,
Or bore them cheerly now, his object won;
Quickly to Haup did he the thickets thread—
To Haup, so well to Pilgrim Father known—
And found that Sachem, mid his warriors stern,
Alarmed, but hoping still his safe return.
LX.Gladly he heard from Waban’s faithful tongueSire Williams’ speeches and the answers given,And wildly shouted all that warrior throng,To learn the dire enchanter’s spell was riven;And wilder shouts the echoing vales prolong,To hear that priest was from the council driven;“The tree of peace” they cried, “will bloom again,The wizard’s banished, and his manit slain.”
LX.
Gladly he heard from Waban’s faithful tongueSire Williams’ speeches and the answers given,And wildly shouted all that warrior throng,To learn the dire enchanter’s spell was riven;And wilder shouts the echoing vales prolong,To hear that priest was from the council driven;“The tree of peace” they cried, “will bloom again,The wizard’s banished, and his manit slain.”
Gladly he heard from Waban’s faithful tongueSire Williams’ speeches and the answers given,And wildly shouted all that warrior throng,To learn the dire enchanter’s spell was riven;And wilder shouts the echoing vales prolong,To hear that priest was from the council driven;“The tree of peace” they cried, “will bloom again,The wizard’s banished, and his manit slain.”
Gladly he heard from Waban’s faithful tongueSire Williams’ speeches and the answers given,And wildly shouted all that warrior throng,To learn the dire enchanter’s spell was riven;And wilder shouts the echoing vales prolong,To hear that priest was from the council driven;“The tree of peace” they cried, “will bloom again,The wizard’s banished, and his manit slain.”
Gladly he heard from Waban’s faithful tongue
Sire Williams’ speeches and the answers given,
And wildly shouted all that warrior throng,
To learn the dire enchanter’s spell was riven;
And wilder shouts the echoing vales prolong,
To hear that priest was from the council driven;
“The tree of peace” they cried, “will bloom again,
The wizard’s banished, and his manit slain.”
LXI.Then to the elder chief our Father gaveThe Narraganset friendly calumet;And it was pleasant to behold the graveAnd stern old Sachem, whilst his eyes were wetWith tears of gratitude;—he could outbraveThe stake’s grim tortures, and could smiling sitAmid surrounding foes; yet kindness couldSubdue to tears this “stoic of the wood.”
LXI.
Then to the elder chief our Father gaveThe Narraganset friendly calumet;And it was pleasant to behold the graveAnd stern old Sachem, whilst his eyes were wetWith tears of gratitude;—he could outbraveThe stake’s grim tortures, and could smiling sitAmid surrounding foes; yet kindness couldSubdue to tears this “stoic of the wood.”
Then to the elder chief our Father gaveThe Narraganset friendly calumet;And it was pleasant to behold the graveAnd stern old Sachem, whilst his eyes were wetWith tears of gratitude;—he could outbraveThe stake’s grim tortures, and could smiling sitAmid surrounding foes; yet kindness couldSubdue to tears this “stoic of the wood.”
Then to the elder chief our Father gaveThe Narraganset friendly calumet;And it was pleasant to behold the graveAnd stern old Sachem, whilst his eyes were wetWith tears of gratitude;—he could outbraveThe stake’s grim tortures, and could smiling sitAmid surrounding foes; yet kindness couldSubdue to tears this “stoic of the wood.”
Then to the elder chief our Father gave
The Narraganset friendly calumet;
And it was pleasant to behold the grave
And stern old Sachem, whilst his eyes were wet
With tears of gratitude;—he could outbrave
The stake’s grim tortures, and could smiling sit
Amid surrounding foes; yet kindness could
Subdue to tears this “stoic of the wood.”
LXII.He clasped our Father by the hand and ledHim up, in silence, to the mountain’s crown;And there, from snow-capt outlook at its head,They gazed o’er bay and isle and forest brown.It seemed a summer’s eve in winter bred;The sun in ruddy gold was going down,And calm and far the expanded waters lay,Clad in the glory of the dying day.
LXII.
He clasped our Father by the hand and ledHim up, in silence, to the mountain’s crown;And there, from snow-capt outlook at its head,They gazed o’er bay and isle and forest brown.It seemed a summer’s eve in winter bred;The sun in ruddy gold was going down,And calm and far the expanded waters lay,Clad in the glory of the dying day.
He clasped our Father by the hand and ledHim up, in silence, to the mountain’s crown;And there, from snow-capt outlook at its head,They gazed o’er bay and isle and forest brown.It seemed a summer’s eve in winter bred;The sun in ruddy gold was going down,And calm and far the expanded waters lay,Clad in the glory of the dying day.
He clasped our Father by the hand and ledHim up, in silence, to the mountain’s crown;And there, from snow-capt outlook at its head,They gazed o’er bay and isle and forest brown.It seemed a summer’s eve in winter bred;The sun in ruddy gold was going down,And calm and far the expanded waters lay,Clad in the glory of the dying day.
He clasped our Father by the hand and led
Him up, in silence, to the mountain’s crown;
And there, from snow-capt outlook at its head,
They gazed o’er bay and isle and forest brown.
It seemed a summer’s eve in winter bred;
The sun in ruddy gold was going down,
And calm and far the expanded waters lay,
Clad in the glory of the dying day.
LXIII.There stretched Aquidnay tow’rd the ocean blue,In virgin wildness still of isles the queen;Her forests glimmered with the western hue,Her vales and banks were decked with cedars green,And southward far her swelling bosom drewIts lessening contours, in the distance seen;—Till, wavering indistinctly, in the grayEncroaching sea-mists they were hid away.
LXIII.
There stretched Aquidnay tow’rd the ocean blue,In virgin wildness still of isles the queen;Her forests glimmered with the western hue,Her vales and banks were decked with cedars green,And southward far her swelling bosom drewIts lessening contours, in the distance seen;—Till, wavering indistinctly, in the grayEncroaching sea-mists they were hid away.
There stretched Aquidnay tow’rd the ocean blue,In virgin wildness still of isles the queen;Her forests glimmered with the western hue,Her vales and banks were decked with cedars green,And southward far her swelling bosom drewIts lessening contours, in the distance seen;—Till, wavering indistinctly, in the grayEncroaching sea-mists they were hid away.
There stretched Aquidnay tow’rd the ocean blue,In virgin wildness still of isles the queen;Her forests glimmered with the western hue,Her vales and banks were decked with cedars green,And southward far her swelling bosom drewIts lessening contours, in the distance seen;—Till, wavering indistinctly, in the grayEncroaching sea-mists they were hid away.
There stretched Aquidnay tow’rd the ocean blue,
In virgin wildness still of isles the queen;
Her forests glimmered with the western hue,
Her vales and banks were decked with cedars green,
And southward far her swelling bosom drew
Its lessening contours, in the distance seen;—
Till, wavering indistinctly, in the gray
Encroaching sea-mists they were hid away.
LXIV.Beneath his feet, Aquidnay’s north extremeDisplayed a cove, begemmed with islets gay;Its silvery surface caught the setting beam,Where’er the op’ning hemlocks gave it way;Young nature there, tranced in her earliest dream,Did all her whims in vital forms array;Her feathered tribes round beak and headland glide,Her scaly broods leap from the glassy tide.
LXIV.
Beneath his feet, Aquidnay’s north extremeDisplayed a cove, begemmed with islets gay;Its silvery surface caught the setting beam,Where’er the op’ning hemlocks gave it way;Young nature there, tranced in her earliest dream,Did all her whims in vital forms array;Her feathered tribes round beak and headland glide,Her scaly broods leap from the glassy tide.
Beneath his feet, Aquidnay’s north extremeDisplayed a cove, begemmed with islets gay;Its silvery surface caught the setting beam,Where’er the op’ning hemlocks gave it way;Young nature there, tranced in her earliest dream,Did all her whims in vital forms array;Her feathered tribes round beak and headland glide,Her scaly broods leap from the glassy tide.
Beneath his feet, Aquidnay’s north extremeDisplayed a cove, begemmed with islets gay;Its silvery surface caught the setting beam,Where’er the op’ning hemlocks gave it way;Young nature there, tranced in her earliest dream,Did all her whims in vital forms array;Her feathered tribes round beak and headland glide,Her scaly broods leap from the glassy tide.
Beneath his feet, Aquidnay’s north extreme
Displayed a cove, begemmed with islets gay;
Its silvery surface caught the setting beam,
Where’er the op’ning hemlocks gave it way;
Young nature there, tranced in her earliest dream,
Did all her whims in vital forms array;
Her feathered tribes round beak and headland glide,
Her scaly broods leap from the glassy tide.
LXV.Out from Aquidnay tow’rd the setting sun,Spread the calm waters like a sea of goldStudded with isles, till Narraganset dunFringed the far west, and cape and headland bold,With forest shagged, cast their huge shadows down,And glassed them in the wave; while silence oldResumed her reign, save that by times did rise,On Williams’ ears, the sea-birds’ jangling cries.
LXV.
Out from Aquidnay tow’rd the setting sun,Spread the calm waters like a sea of goldStudded with isles, till Narraganset dunFringed the far west, and cape and headland bold,With forest shagged, cast their huge shadows down,And glassed them in the wave; while silence oldResumed her reign, save that by times did rise,On Williams’ ears, the sea-birds’ jangling cries.
Out from Aquidnay tow’rd the setting sun,Spread the calm waters like a sea of goldStudded with isles, till Narraganset dunFringed the far west, and cape and headland bold,With forest shagged, cast their huge shadows down,And glassed them in the wave; while silence oldResumed her reign, save that by times did rise,On Williams’ ears, the sea-birds’ jangling cries.
Out from Aquidnay tow’rd the setting sun,Spread the calm waters like a sea of goldStudded with isles, till Narraganset dunFringed the far west, and cape and headland bold,With forest shagged, cast their huge shadows down,And glassed them in the wave; while silence oldResumed her reign, save that by times did rise,On Williams’ ears, the sea-birds’ jangling cries.
Out from Aquidnay tow’rd the setting sun,
Spread the calm waters like a sea of gold
Studded with isles, till Narraganset dun
Fringed the far west, and cape and headland bold,
With forest shagged, cast their huge shadows down,
And glassed them in the wave; while silence old
Resumed her reign, save that by times did rise,
On Williams’ ears, the sea-birds’ jangling cries.
LXVI.Or the lone fowler, in his light canoe,Round jutting point all warily did glide,And pause awhile to watch, with steadfast view,Where the long-diving loon might break the tide;Then, noiseless, near the myriad seafowl drew,And, baffled, saw them scur, with clangor wide,Up from the foamy flood, and, mounting high,Darken the day, and seek another sky.
LXVI.
Or the lone fowler, in his light canoe,Round jutting point all warily did glide,And pause awhile to watch, with steadfast view,Where the long-diving loon might break the tide;Then, noiseless, near the myriad seafowl drew,And, baffled, saw them scur, with clangor wide,Up from the foamy flood, and, mounting high,Darken the day, and seek another sky.
Or the lone fowler, in his light canoe,Round jutting point all warily did glide,And pause awhile to watch, with steadfast view,Where the long-diving loon might break the tide;Then, noiseless, near the myriad seafowl drew,And, baffled, saw them scur, with clangor wide,Up from the foamy flood, and, mounting high,Darken the day, and seek another sky.
Or the lone fowler, in his light canoe,Round jutting point all warily did glide,And pause awhile to watch, with steadfast view,Where the long-diving loon might break the tide;Then, noiseless, near the myriad seafowl drew,And, baffled, saw them scur, with clangor wide,Up from the foamy flood, and, mounting high,Darken the day, and seek another sky.
Or the lone fowler, in his light canoe,
Round jutting point all warily did glide,
And pause awhile to watch, with steadfast view,
Where the long-diving loon might break the tide;
Then, noiseless, near the myriad seafowl drew,
And, baffled, saw them scur, with clangor wide,
Up from the foamy flood, and, mounting high,
Darken the day, and seek another sky.
LXVII.Then looking north, from far could he behold,Bright bursting from his source through forests dun,Like liquid silver, broad Cohannet rolledTow’rd parent ocean;—there his currents runEmbrowned by fringing woods;—here molten gold,Gleaming and glittering in the setting sun,They glance by Haup—there, eastward as they pour,They cleave Aquidnay from Pocasset’s shore.
LXVII.
Then looking north, from far could he behold,Bright bursting from his source through forests dun,Like liquid silver, broad Cohannet rolledTow’rd parent ocean;—there his currents runEmbrowned by fringing woods;—here molten gold,Gleaming and glittering in the setting sun,They glance by Haup—there, eastward as they pour,They cleave Aquidnay from Pocasset’s shore.
Then looking north, from far could he behold,Bright bursting from his source through forests dun,Like liquid silver, broad Cohannet rolledTow’rd parent ocean;—there his currents runEmbrowned by fringing woods;—here molten gold,Gleaming and glittering in the setting sun,They glance by Haup—there, eastward as they pour,They cleave Aquidnay from Pocasset’s shore.
Then looking north, from far could he behold,Bright bursting from his source through forests dun,Like liquid silver, broad Cohannet rolledTow’rd parent ocean;—there his currents runEmbrowned by fringing woods;—here molten gold,Gleaming and glittering in the setting sun,They glance by Haup—there, eastward as they pour,They cleave Aquidnay from Pocasset’s shore.
Then looking north, from far could he behold,
Bright bursting from his source through forests dun,
Like liquid silver, broad Cohannet rolled
Tow’rd parent ocean;—there his currents run
Embrowned by fringing woods;—here molten gold,
Gleaming and glittering in the setting sun,
They glance by Haup—there, eastward as they pour,
They cleave Aquidnay from Pocasset’s shore.
LXVIII.That rude Pocasset—which, when Williams sawFrom towering Haup, did one broad forest shew;Here, steep o’er steep, there, leaving Nature’s law,Hill, glade, and swamp,—presenting to the viewSo mad a maze, that there, if hunter drawHis sounding bow, and but a space pursueThe wounded deer, he finds his guidance fail,And lost, halloos through tangled brake and dale.
LXVIII.
That rude Pocasset—which, when Williams sawFrom towering Haup, did one broad forest shew;Here, steep o’er steep, there, leaving Nature’s law,Hill, glade, and swamp,—presenting to the viewSo mad a maze, that there, if hunter drawHis sounding bow, and but a space pursueThe wounded deer, he finds his guidance fail,And lost, halloos through tangled brake and dale.
That rude Pocasset—which, when Williams sawFrom towering Haup, did one broad forest shew;Here, steep o’er steep, there, leaving Nature’s law,Hill, glade, and swamp,—presenting to the viewSo mad a maze, that there, if hunter drawHis sounding bow, and but a space pursueThe wounded deer, he finds his guidance fail,And lost, halloos through tangled brake and dale.
That rude Pocasset—which, when Williams sawFrom towering Haup, did one broad forest shew;Here, steep o’er steep, there, leaving Nature’s law,Hill, glade, and swamp,—presenting to the viewSo mad a maze, that there, if hunter drawHis sounding bow, and but a space pursueThe wounded deer, he finds his guidance fail,And lost, halloos through tangled brake and dale.
That rude Pocasset—which, when Williams saw
From towering Haup, did one broad forest shew;
Here, steep o’er steep, there, leaving Nature’s law,
Hill, glade, and swamp,—presenting to the view
So mad a maze, that there, if hunter draw
His sounding bow, and but a space pursue
The wounded deer, he finds his guidance fail,
And lost, halloos through tangled brake and dale.
LXIX.Yet the rude wigwams smoked from many a glade,Where near the shore the oaks were branching wide,Where future gardens might invite the spade,Or furrowing plough the fertile glebe divide,And where, still south, the hills retiring madeMore ample meadows by the glassy tide;Till far Seaconnet showed her rim of rock,Whereon the ocean’s rolling billows broke.
LXIX.
Yet the rude wigwams smoked from many a glade,Where near the shore the oaks were branching wide,Where future gardens might invite the spade,Or furrowing plough the fertile glebe divide,And where, still south, the hills retiring madeMore ample meadows by the glassy tide;Till far Seaconnet showed her rim of rock,Whereon the ocean’s rolling billows broke.
Yet the rude wigwams smoked from many a glade,Where near the shore the oaks were branching wide,Where future gardens might invite the spade,Or furrowing plough the fertile glebe divide,And where, still south, the hills retiring madeMore ample meadows by the glassy tide;Till far Seaconnet showed her rim of rock,Whereon the ocean’s rolling billows broke.
Yet the rude wigwams smoked from many a glade,Where near the shore the oaks were branching wide,Where future gardens might invite the spade,Or furrowing plough the fertile glebe divide,And where, still south, the hills retiring madeMore ample meadows by the glassy tide;Till far Seaconnet showed her rim of rock,Whereon the ocean’s rolling billows broke.
Yet the rude wigwams smoked from many a glade,
Where near the shore the oaks were branching wide,
Where future gardens might invite the spade,
Or furrowing plough the fertile glebe divide,
And where, still south, the hills retiring made
More ample meadows by the glassy tide;
Till far Seaconnet showed her rim of rock,
Whereon the ocean’s rolling billows broke.
LXX.But on Aquidnay dwelt our Founder’s gaze,Enraptured still. “Would Seekonk’s mead compareWith yon wild Eden?” While he thus delays,The old chief’s hand does on his bosom bear,As he explains: “Another sachem swaysThe isle of peace. All Haup’s dominions areStretched tow’rd the God of frost—look there and choose;All thou hast won, and well a part mayst use.”
LXX.
But on Aquidnay dwelt our Founder’s gaze,Enraptured still. “Would Seekonk’s mead compareWith yon wild Eden?” While he thus delays,The old chief’s hand does on his bosom bear,As he explains: “Another sachem swaysThe isle of peace. All Haup’s dominions areStretched tow’rd the God of frost—look there and choose;All thou hast won, and well a part mayst use.”
But on Aquidnay dwelt our Founder’s gaze,Enraptured still. “Would Seekonk’s mead compareWith yon wild Eden?” While he thus delays,The old chief’s hand does on his bosom bear,As he explains: “Another sachem swaysThe isle of peace. All Haup’s dominions areStretched tow’rd the God of frost—look there and choose;All thou hast won, and well a part mayst use.”
But on Aquidnay dwelt our Founder’s gaze,Enraptured still. “Would Seekonk’s mead compareWith yon wild Eden?” While he thus delays,The old chief’s hand does on his bosom bear,As he explains: “Another sachem swaysThe isle of peace. All Haup’s dominions areStretched tow’rd the God of frost—look there and choose;All thou hast won, and well a part mayst use.”
But on Aquidnay dwelt our Founder’s gaze,
Enraptured still. “Would Seekonk’s mead compare
With yon wild Eden?” While he thus delays,
The old chief’s hand does on his bosom bear,
As he explains: “Another sachem sways
The isle of peace. All Haup’s dominions are
Stretched tow’rd the God of frost—look there and choose;
All thou hast won, and well a part mayst use.”
LXXI.Turned by the words that gently woke his ears,Before his eyes a boundless forest lay;The mossy giants of a thousand years,O’er hill and plain their mighty arms display;Mound after mound, far lessening north, appears,Till in blue haze they seem to melt away;Here Seekonk wedded with Mooshausick beamed,And there Cohannet’s liquid silver gleamed.
LXXI.
Turned by the words that gently woke his ears,Before his eyes a boundless forest lay;The mossy giants of a thousand years,O’er hill and plain their mighty arms display;Mound after mound, far lessening north, appears,Till in blue haze they seem to melt away;Here Seekonk wedded with Mooshausick beamed,And there Cohannet’s liquid silver gleamed.
Turned by the words that gently woke his ears,Before his eyes a boundless forest lay;The mossy giants of a thousand years,O’er hill and plain their mighty arms display;Mound after mound, far lessening north, appears,Till in blue haze they seem to melt away;Here Seekonk wedded with Mooshausick beamed,And there Cohannet’s liquid silver gleamed.
Turned by the words that gently woke his ears,Before his eyes a boundless forest lay;The mossy giants of a thousand years,O’er hill and plain their mighty arms display;Mound after mound, far lessening north, appears,Till in blue haze they seem to melt away;Here Seekonk wedded with Mooshausick beamed,And there Cohannet’s liquid silver gleamed.
Turned by the words that gently woke his ears,
Before his eyes a boundless forest lay;
The mossy giants of a thousand years,
O’er hill and plain their mighty arms display;
Mound after mound, far lessening north, appears,
Till in blue haze they seem to melt away;
Here Seekonk wedded with Mooshausick beamed,
And there Cohannet’s liquid silver gleamed.
LXXII.Here Kikimuet left his woodland height,Bright in the clear, or dark beneath the shade;There Sowams gleamed,—if names the muse aright,Till in the forest far his glories fade;While here and there, rose curling on his sightThe village smokes of many a sheltered glade;And, nearer, clustered at the mountain’s base,The foremost town of Pokanoket’s race.
LXXII.
Here Kikimuet left his woodland height,Bright in the clear, or dark beneath the shade;There Sowams gleamed,—if names the muse aright,Till in the forest far his glories fade;While here and there, rose curling on his sightThe village smokes of many a sheltered glade;And, nearer, clustered at the mountain’s base,The foremost town of Pokanoket’s race.
Here Kikimuet left his woodland height,Bright in the clear, or dark beneath the shade;There Sowams gleamed,—if names the muse aright,Till in the forest far his glories fade;While here and there, rose curling on his sightThe village smokes of many a sheltered glade;And, nearer, clustered at the mountain’s base,The foremost town of Pokanoket’s race.
Here Kikimuet left his woodland height,Bright in the clear, or dark beneath the shade;There Sowams gleamed,—if names the muse aright,Till in the forest far his glories fade;While here and there, rose curling on his sightThe village smokes of many a sheltered glade;And, nearer, clustered at the mountain’s base,The foremost town of Pokanoket’s race.
Here Kikimuet left his woodland height,
Bright in the clear, or dark beneath the shade;
There Sowams gleamed,—if names the muse aright,
Till in the forest far his glories fade;
While here and there, rose curling on his sight
The village smokes of many a sheltered glade;
And, nearer, clustered at the mountain’s base,
The foremost town of Pokanoket’s race.
LXXIII.Embosomed there in massy shades it stood;Its frequent voices, up the silent steep,Came on our Founder’s ear;—in cheerful mood,The tones of childhood shrill, and manhood deep,Told him what sports, what toils were there pursued;Or, wild and clear, the melody would sweepOf girlish voices, warbling plaintive strains,Half chant, half music, over woods and plains.
LXXIII.
Embosomed there in massy shades it stood;Its frequent voices, up the silent steep,Came on our Founder’s ear;—in cheerful mood,The tones of childhood shrill, and manhood deep,Told him what sports, what toils were there pursued;Or, wild and clear, the melody would sweepOf girlish voices, warbling plaintive strains,Half chant, half music, over woods and plains.
Embosomed there in massy shades it stood;Its frequent voices, up the silent steep,Came on our Founder’s ear;—in cheerful mood,The tones of childhood shrill, and manhood deep,Told him what sports, what toils were there pursued;Or, wild and clear, the melody would sweepOf girlish voices, warbling plaintive strains,Half chant, half music, over woods and plains.
Embosomed there in massy shades it stood;Its frequent voices, up the silent steep,Came on our Founder’s ear;—in cheerful mood,The tones of childhood shrill, and manhood deep,Told him what sports, what toils were there pursued;Or, wild and clear, the melody would sweepOf girlish voices, warbling plaintive strains,Half chant, half music, over woods and plains.
Embosomed there in massy shades it stood;
Its frequent voices, up the silent steep,
Came on our Founder’s ear;—in cheerful mood,
The tones of childhood shrill, and manhood deep,
Told him what sports, what toils were there pursued;
Or, wild and clear, the melody would sweep
Of girlish voices, warbling plaintive strains,
Half chant, half music, over woods and plains.
LXXIV.Ah! how more lovely than the silence hushed,That lists in horror for the foeman’s tread!A tender joy our Father’s bosom flushed,—The work was his that had these blessings spread;The storm, that else had o’er the nation rushed,Had by his sufferings and his toils been stayed;And as he mused, his hand the Sachem pressed,For like emotions swelled his rugged breast.
LXXIV.
Ah! how more lovely than the silence hushed,That lists in horror for the foeman’s tread!A tender joy our Father’s bosom flushed,—The work was his that had these blessings spread;The storm, that else had o’er the nation rushed,Had by his sufferings and his toils been stayed;And as he mused, his hand the Sachem pressed,For like emotions swelled his rugged breast.
Ah! how more lovely than the silence hushed,That lists in horror for the foeman’s tread!A tender joy our Father’s bosom flushed,—The work was his that had these blessings spread;The storm, that else had o’er the nation rushed,Had by his sufferings and his toils been stayed;And as he mused, his hand the Sachem pressed,For like emotions swelled his rugged breast.
Ah! how more lovely than the silence hushed,That lists in horror for the foeman’s tread!A tender joy our Father’s bosom flushed,—The work was his that had these blessings spread;The storm, that else had o’er the nation rushed,Had by his sufferings and his toils been stayed;And as he mused, his hand the Sachem pressed,For like emotions swelled his rugged breast.
Ah! how more lovely than the silence hushed,
That lists in horror for the foeman’s tread!
A tender joy our Father’s bosom flushed,—
The work was his that had these blessings spread;
The storm, that else had o’er the nation rushed,
Had by his sufferings and his toils been stayed;
And as he mused, his hand the Sachem pressed,
For like emotions swelled his rugged breast.
LXXV.“And oh!” he cried, “what can the Sachem do?How can he give to Winiams recompense?Our foes were many, and our warriors few,But Winiams came, and he was our defence;Go, brother, plant—go, plant our forest through—All hast thou won by thy benevolence;All hast thou saved from ruthless enemies,Take what thou wilt, and take what best may please.”
LXXV.
“And oh!” he cried, “what can the Sachem do?How can he give to Winiams recompense?Our foes were many, and our warriors few,But Winiams came, and he was our defence;Go, brother, plant—go, plant our forest through—All hast thou won by thy benevolence;All hast thou saved from ruthless enemies,Take what thou wilt, and take what best may please.”
“And oh!” he cried, “what can the Sachem do?How can he give to Winiams recompense?Our foes were many, and our warriors few,But Winiams came, and he was our defence;Go, brother, plant—go, plant our forest through—All hast thou won by thy benevolence;All hast thou saved from ruthless enemies,Take what thou wilt, and take what best may please.”
“And oh!” he cried, “what can the Sachem do?How can he give to Winiams recompense?Our foes were many, and our warriors few,But Winiams came, and he was our defence;Go, brother, plant—go, plant our forest through—All hast thou won by thy benevolence;All hast thou saved from ruthless enemies,Take what thou wilt, and take what best may please.”
“And oh!” he cried, “what can the Sachem do?
How can he give to Winiams recompense?
Our foes were many, and our warriors few,
But Winiams came, and he was our defence;
Go, brother, plant—go, plant our forest through—
All hast thou won by thy benevolence;
All hast thou saved from ruthless enemies,
Take what thou wilt, and take what best may please.”
LXXVI.Our Father answered—“give me bounds and deeds—No lands I take but such as parchment names;To future ages will I leave no seedsTo yield a harvest of discordant claims;If name I must, I name fair Seekonk’s meads—What first I craved still satisfies my aims;These and the friendship of my neighbors areReward too generous for my toil and care.”
LXXVI.
Our Father answered—“give me bounds and deeds—No lands I take but such as parchment names;To future ages will I leave no seedsTo yield a harvest of discordant claims;If name I must, I name fair Seekonk’s meads—What first I craved still satisfies my aims;These and the friendship of my neighbors areReward too generous for my toil and care.”
Our Father answered—“give me bounds and deeds—No lands I take but such as parchment names;To future ages will I leave no seedsTo yield a harvest of discordant claims;If name I must, I name fair Seekonk’s meads—What first I craved still satisfies my aims;These and the friendship of my neighbors areReward too generous for my toil and care.”
Our Father answered—“give me bounds and deeds—No lands I take but such as parchment names;To future ages will I leave no seedsTo yield a harvest of discordant claims;If name I must, I name fair Seekonk’s meads—What first I craved still satisfies my aims;These and the friendship of my neighbors areReward too generous for my toil and care.”
Our Father answered—“give me bounds and deeds—
No lands I take but such as parchment names;
To future ages will I leave no seeds
To yield a harvest of discordant claims;
If name I must, I name fair Seekonk’s meads—
What first I craved still satisfies my aims;
These and the friendship of my neighbors are
Reward too generous for my toil and care.”
LXXVII.“My brother gives with palm expanded wide,”The Sachem said, “but with a closing handOur gifts are half received and half denied;Ha! was he born in the white stranger’s land?My brother’s corn shall wave by Seekonk’s tide—My brother’s town shall on its margin stand;And on the deer-skin, tested by my bow,My painted voice shall talk, and to far ages go.”
LXXVII.
“My brother gives with palm expanded wide,”The Sachem said, “but with a closing handOur gifts are half received and half denied;Ha! was he born in the white stranger’s land?My brother’s corn shall wave by Seekonk’s tide—My brother’s town shall on its margin stand;And on the deer-skin, tested by my bow,My painted voice shall talk, and to far ages go.”
“My brother gives with palm expanded wide,”The Sachem said, “but with a closing handOur gifts are half received and half denied;Ha! was he born in the white stranger’s land?My brother’s corn shall wave by Seekonk’s tide—My brother’s town shall on its margin stand;And on the deer-skin, tested by my bow,My painted voice shall talk, and to far ages go.”
“My brother gives with palm expanded wide,”The Sachem said, “but with a closing handOur gifts are half received and half denied;Ha! was he born in the white stranger’s land?My brother’s corn shall wave by Seekonk’s tide—My brother’s town shall on its margin stand;And on the deer-skin, tested by my bow,My painted voice shall talk, and to far ages go.”
“My brother gives with palm expanded wide,”
The Sachem said, “but with a closing hand
Our gifts are half received and half denied;
Ha! was he born in the white stranger’s land?
My brother’s corn shall wave by Seekonk’s tide—
My brother’s town shall on its margin stand;
And on the deer-skin, tested by my bow,
My painted voice shall talk, and to far ages go.”
LXXVIII.While thus they spake, the sun declining low,In Narraganset’s shades, half veiled his light;On rapid pinions did the dark winged crowAnd broad plumed eagle speed their homeward flight;Warned by the signs, the twain, descending slow,In converse grave, pass down the wooded height;And, in the Sachem’s sylvan palace, shareRespite from hunger, toil, and present care.
LXXVIII.
While thus they spake, the sun declining low,In Narraganset’s shades, half veiled his light;On rapid pinions did the dark winged crowAnd broad plumed eagle speed their homeward flight;Warned by the signs, the twain, descending slow,In converse grave, pass down the wooded height;And, in the Sachem’s sylvan palace, shareRespite from hunger, toil, and present care.
While thus they spake, the sun declining low,In Narraganset’s shades, half veiled his light;On rapid pinions did the dark winged crowAnd broad plumed eagle speed their homeward flight;Warned by the signs, the twain, descending slow,In converse grave, pass down the wooded height;And, in the Sachem’s sylvan palace, shareRespite from hunger, toil, and present care.
While thus they spake, the sun declining low,In Narraganset’s shades, half veiled his light;On rapid pinions did the dark winged crowAnd broad plumed eagle speed their homeward flight;Warned by the signs, the twain, descending slow,In converse grave, pass down the wooded height;And, in the Sachem’s sylvan palace, shareRespite from hunger, toil, and present care.
While thus they spake, the sun declining low,
In Narraganset’s shades, half veiled his light;
On rapid pinions did the dark winged crow
And broad plumed eagle speed their homeward flight;
Warned by the signs, the twain, descending slow,
In converse grave, pass down the wooded height;
And, in the Sachem’s sylvan palace, share
Respite from hunger, toil, and present care.