Since to his lot the dangerous duty fell,
(For such did seem high Heaven’s all-wise decrees),
To found unarmed a State where rung the yell
Of barbarous nations on the midnight breeze;
Against the scalping-knife with no defence
Or safeguard but his heart’s benevolence.
With only this, his buckler and his brand—
This, yet unproved and doubted by the best,—
In cheerless wilds, mid many a savage band,