Oft had thy friendship to the pale-faced throng,
That first Patuxet[13] peopled, reached my ear;
And a whisper told me thou wouldst still be kind
To those who fly, and leave their all behind.”
[13] Patuxet is the Indian name for Plymouth.
XV.
Then rose the tawny monarch of the wood
To speak his memory, as became a chief;
And back he cast his crimson robes, and stood
With naked arm outstretched a moment brief;