XX. "Then he the oak, of fibre hard and fine, With the first red man's soul and form indued, And made he woman of the tapering pine, That blooming 'neath its sheltering branches stood ; She on the red man's bosom did recline, Like the bright rainbow on the thunder-cloud. XXI. "He gave them all these forests far and near, The forms that fly, and those that creeping go, The healthful fountains, and the rivers clear, And all the fish that sport their waves below; Then gave he man the swiftness of the deer, And armed his hands with arrows and the bow And bade him shelter still his consort dear, And tread his far domain without a peer. XXII. "Then did he send Yotaanit on high, (For Gods he fashioned as he formed the land,) And bade him star with fires the azure sky, And kindle the round blaze of Keesuckquand; And then, to cheer by night the hunter's eye, Bright Nanapaushat sprung from Wamponand, Thus with his will the manittoos comply, And every region knows its deity.* XXIII. "All things were formed thus from materials good, And what had been refused was foul and bad, But it had felt the influence of the God, (How should it not?) and a black demon, sad, Cruel and stern, and loving strife and blood, Filled with all hatred, and with fury mad, *See note. Sprang into life—such was fell Chepian's birth, XXIV. "Then to the south-west the Great Spirit flew, Which never night, or clouds, or tempests gloom, XXV. "When great Cawtantowit thus had finished all, His pristine glory, and his shape resume; XXVI. "All that is good does from Cawtantowit flow, Dwell they in mountain, flood, or lofty sky; XXVII. "And manittoos, that never death shall fear, Do too within this mortal body rest; What else my brother is it beating here? What prompts these thoughts-what moves this heaving breast? *Sowaniu-used here as a word of three syllables, was written by R. Williams, "Sowwainiu.' Whilst like Cawtantowit does the soul appear, XXVIII. "There aye to joy; if, whilst she dwelt with men, To rove all wretched in the glooms of night, Misled by Chepian, a poor wandering ghost, 'Mong swamps, dens, fens, brakes, bogs and brambles lost. XXIX. "And now my brother rightly worship we, When to Cawtantowit mounts our zealous prayer, Or when of Chepian we, right earnestly, Entreat that us from ways of harm he spare? The harm he has, is all his own we see, And good Cawtantowit has not e'en a share ; Why should I not beseech that Chepian be, Much sparing of his harm to mine and me?" Williams replied, "When the red warriors brave And at the glancing arrows winks his eye? XXXI. Strongly these words to Waban's pride appealed, Where fought his fathers, who with victory flush, And thanked his aid-They cowards! and the blush That in their worship should seem fear revealed, Was scantly by his tawny hue concealed. XXXII. At last he said, "my brother doubtless knows,-- With hope in Chepian, and his aid besought XXXIII. Waban will think, and should it seem like fear- Among the clouds thy brother's spirit soared, XXXIV. Thus in communion grave they past the day, And night returning brought its slumbers sweet, Looked down serene on Waban's lone retreat. XXXV. Hence might he secretly to Salem write, And friends approving still his plans arrange, But which might still prompt bigotry's revenge, If to the vulgar eye they should appear, XXXVI. Among the savage tribes around to go, And sound the feelings of each different clan, Had fitting seemed, but little did he know How they might treat a pale-faced, outlawed man, And flying from his own white chieftain's ban; XXXVII. Better it were, so deemed our father well, (For such it seems were Heaven's all-wise decrees,) Save in the heaven-wrought shield his heart's benevolence. XXXVIII. This, this alone, his buckler and his brand, The dreaded panther, by the feeble hare, Must be approached and soothed in his own mountain lair. XXXIX. That night returning from the accustomed pool, And joy seemed dancing in his very soul, As he displayed the fruits of his long toils; 1 |