And from the depths Sowaniu’s[7] island drew,
And bade its fields with lasting verdure bloom.
O’er it he bent another welkin blue,
Which never night nor clouds nor tempests gloom,
And kindled suns the lofty arches through,
And bade them shine with glory ever new.
[7] Sowaniu—here of three syllables—was written by Williams, “Sowwainiu.”
XXV.
“When thus Cawtantowit had finished all,