With yon wild Eden?" Whilst he thus delays, The old chief's hand does on his bosom bear As thus he speaks-" Another sachem sways The isle of peace. All Haup's dominions are Stretched tow'rd the God of frost-look there and chuseAll hast thou won, and well a part may use." LXXII. Turned by the hand, and voice that wakes his ears, The mossy giants of a thousand years, O'er hill and plain their mighty arms display; LXXIII. Here Kikimuet left his woodland height, Shined 'twixt the hills, or wandered 'neath the shade; And, here and there, curled on our founder's sight LXXIV. Embosomed in thick shades the village stood; The tones of childhood shrill, and manhood deep, LXXV. Ah! how more lovely than the silence hushed, A tender joy our Father's bosom flushed His were the toils 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. 66 LXXVI. And, oh!" he cried, "what can the sachem do? But Winiams came, and he was our defence; All hast thou saved from ruthless enemies, Take what thou wilt and take what best may please." LXXVII. Our father answered, "give me bounds and deeds, To yield a harvest of discordant claims. LXXVIII. "My brother gives with palm expanded wide," The sachem said, "but with a closing hand, Our gifts are half received and half denied— Hah! 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 standAnd on the deer-skin, tested by my bow, My painted voice shall talk, and to far ages go. LXXIX. Whilst thus they spake, the sun declining low, 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, passed down the wooded height; And, in the sachem's sylvan palace, share Respite from hunger, toil and present care. CANTO SIXTH. The winds of March o'er Narraganset's bay Move in their strength-the waves with foam are white, O'er Seekonk's tide the waving branches play, The woods roar o'er resounding plain and height; 'Twixt sailing clouds, the sun's inconstant ray But glances on the scene-then fades from sight; The frequent showers dash from the passing clouds; The hills are peeping through their wintry shrouds. II. Dissolving snows each downward channel fill, Who breaks his bondage, and, through forests brown, III. But hark! that sound, above the cataracts And hollow winds in this wild solitude Seems passing strange.-Who, with the laboring axe, Yon ancient groves which from their birth have stood IV. Vaults o'er the thickets, and, down yonder glen, Vex his repose-then, cowering with affright V. Who on the prostrate trunk has risen now, And does with cleaving steel the blows renew? Broad is the beaver of his manly brow, His mantle gray, his hosen azure blue ; His feet are dripping with dissolving snow; His garments sated with the morning dew; His nerves seem strengthened with the labor past ;— His visage hardened by the winter's blast. VI. Though changed by sufferings, 'tis our founder yet; Where reason aye shall spurn the tyrant's chain ; But, ah! unhappy man! the bigot's hate, Will rob thee even of an exile's home, VII. Hard by yon little fountain, clear and sheen, Whose swollen streamlet murmurs down the glade, Where groves of hemlocks and of cedars green, Stand 'gainst the northern storm a barricade, Springs the first mansion of his rude demesne, A slender wigwam by red Waban made: Such is sire Williams' shelter from the blast, And there his rest when daily toils are past. |