WHATCHEER, OR ROGER WILLIAMS IN BANISHMENT. A POEM. BY JOB DURFEE, Esq. And, surely betweene my friends of the Bay and Plimouth, I was sorely PROVIDENCE, R. I. PRINTED AND PUBLISHED BY CRANSTON & HAMMOND. 1832. Entered according to an Act of Congress, in the year 1832, by Job Durfee, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States, within and for the Rhode-Island District.. INTRODUCTION. TO THE REV. ROMEO ELTON, PROFESSOR OF LANGUAGES IN BROWN UNIVERSITY. What time, dear Elton, we were wont to rove Hear barbarous voices still our Founder hail; But soon the brittle dream of youth was gone, A little bark before the tempest driven- No longer venturing for exalted life, (For storms and quicksands have no charms for me,) I, in the listless labors of the swain, Provoke no turmoil, and awake no pain. To drive the team afield, and guide the plough, Wakes not the glance of lynx-eyed rival now, Once more I joy to see the rivers flow, The lambkins sport, and brindled oxen feed, Which once she cherished by fair Seekonk's stream. 286705 And when stern winter breathes the chilling storm, And sate their hunger from the gathered store; And now, my Elton, as in hours of ease, With aimless joy I filled this frail balloon, Let gales propitious gently waft me on, Tiverton, R. I. September, 1832. WHATCHEER. CANTO FIRST. I sing the trials and the sufferings great, And roving long by Narraganset's shore, II. He was a man of spirit true and bold; Feared not to speak his thoughts whate'er they were; His frame, though light, was of an iron mould, And fitted well fatigue and change to bear; From Christians, but-more savage far than they. III. Mid winter reigned; and Salem's infant town, |