VI.
She lean’d against the monarch’s knee,
And again she kiss’d his hand—
‘I’ve been to Paspahey, to see
‘That strange mysterious band,
‘That in the mighty shallop came,
‘Loaded with thunder loud,
‘And roll’d it out upon the bay,
‘As Okee rolls it from a cloud.
‘And in the river I beheld
‘Their shallop dark and tall,
‘And their werowance so stately stepp’d,
‘I knew him from them all.’
These words roused up the monarch’s blood,
And made it quicker flow;
He rose instinctive from his seat,
And firmly clasp’d his bow—
‘Thy spirit came from mine, my child,
‘As light comes from the sun;
‘None but a Powhatan would dare
‘To do what thou hast done.
‘Go, girl, arrange our council hall;
‘Prepare the fires to light,
‘For a deep and solemn council-talk
‘Our chiefs must hold to-night.’