And Chepian worships with the deepest awe;
He’ll give my brother’s town a cloudy sky,
And to his councils under-sachems draw;
E’en now he whets the Narraganset knife,
Points at our clan, and thirsts for human life.
LVII.
“Safer on Seekonk’s hither border may
My brother build, and wake his council blaze;
Clear are the meads—the trees are swept away
By mighty burnings in our fathers’ days.