[Scenes. The Fireside at Salem—The Wilderness—The Wigwam.]
[I sing] of trials, toils and sufferings great,
Which Father Williams in his exile bore,
That he the conscience-bound might liberate,
And to the soul her sacred rights restore;—
How, after flying persecution’s hate,
And roving long by Narraganset’s shore,
In lone Mooshausick’s vale at last he sate,
And gave soul-liberty her Guardian State.
II.