Their Israel from his heinous heresy.

[VII.]

But, as he reads, the warrior starting cries,

“War! war! my brother.”—Williams drops his hand,

And at the voice perceives, in altered guise

Till now unknown, the generous Waban stand

Erect and tall, with fiercely flashing eyes,

The while he pressed the hatchet in its band;

“Brother, there’s war!” “With whom?” our Founder said;

“Have I not friends among my brothers red?”