WHERE PASSACONAWAY WAS WONT TO
STAND.
Where Passaconaway was wont to stand,
Piercing the distance with intrepid eye,
The teeming mills their rhythmic shuttles ply.
Many knelt subservient to the hand
Of that good sachem of a noted band;
But labor like a chieftain, leads us high,
To fairer fields where richer guerdons lie
Than he aspired to win; the bold demand