LXIV. "And straight appeared a venerable seer, Did in bright streams celestial radiance pour; And then that face scarce seemed to veil the rays, (Too bright for mortal!) of an angel's blaze. LXV. "And when he spake, methought the music clear It well might serenade the Almighty's throne; 'Williams!' it said, 'I come on message here, Of moment great to this blind age unknown; LXVI. "Thou art to voyage an unexplored flood, But when the welcome of Whatcheer! Whatcheer! Shall greet thy ears from Indian multitude, Cast thou the Anchor there, and Trust in God.' LXVII. "He past away, nor could I him detain From the drear forest and the stormy night, He only said he should be seen again Where faith in freedom should my rest invite. LXVIII. "Deem not, my Mary, it a sinful thought, That Heaven should give her counsels to restore The soul to freedom.-Lo! what wonders wrought The God of Christians for the Church of yore; With heathen darkness was the conscience fraught, And tyrants chained it to a barbarous lore— To break like thraldom in a christian land, Angels may speak, and God reveal his hand. LXIX. "This spot I rashly chose-no Indian train Until the greeting of Whatcheer! Whatcheer! LXX. Thus spake our Founder-and with ready hand, Alas they knew not how-and knew not where. LXXI. Upon the cottage roof the Whippoorwill That night sang mourful to the conscious glade ; The lonely owl forsook her valley still, And perched and hooted in the neighboring shade; The wolf returned, and lapped the purling rill, Sate on its marge, and at the cottage bayedFrom all his howling depths the desert came, And seemed his lost dominion to reclaim. CANTO NINTH. 'Tis early morn-Pawtucket's torrent roar, The basin broad, and there 'twixt hill and wold, II. No thraldom had they known, save winter's frost ; Oft thence their flow had borne the stealthy host, Darkling to strike the foe-But now no more, They blush to bear the freight of men that thirst for gore. III. Early that morn, beside the tranquil flood, Where ready trimmed rode Waban's frail canoe, 1 Stole frequent down her cheeks-Hers was the smartThe searching anguish of the softer heart. IV. And as she viewed the illimitable shade, The haunt of savage men and beasts of prey, "What crimes were yours, what dire offences, say, V. But, father Williams to his lot resigned, His soul inspired did bolder visions own, VI. As the bold bird that builds her mansion high, And deems herself secure from every foe, And builds upon some ash that crests the mountain's height. VII. Thus his vain toils he coldly now surveyed; He'd sunk, but 'twas a bolder wing to try; He snatched the weepers from the hated glade, And bore them lightly to the shallop nigh; Then sprang himself into the stern, and bade The dusky pilot now his paddle ply; Shoved from the bank the settling skiff descends VIII. Now, with a giddy whirl, the wheeling prow, Veering around, looks on the downward tide ; Then Waban's paddle pierced the glassy flow; The mimic whirlpools past on either side; The surface cleaves-the waters boil below, The cot-the glade—the forests backward glide ; Until the shadows, moving as they flew, Closed round the green, and shut the roof from view. IX. Pawtucket's murmurs die upon their ears, As cleaves the expanded sheet the swift canoe ; And now the river's straightened pass appears, And jutting mounds their lofty forests shew; Each giant trunk a navy's timber rears— Their mighty shadows o'er the flood they threw, X. Stern silence reigned o'er all the sable tide, Broke only by the swarthy pilot's oar; Beneath the arching boughs the wanderers glide, XI. Oft, on the lofty banks from jutting rocks, The buck looked down wild on the swift canoe; Oft o'er the bramble leaped the wary fox With bushy tail, and fur of ruddy hue ; |