His glance is forward, and around him turns;
But o’er the young chief clouds of anger rise,
He sees but backward, and his vengeance burns;
Show me to him who looks with wisdom’s eyes
Upon the nations, and most truly learns,
From by-gone toils and dangers of his life,
To prize the pipe above the scalping-knife.”
XIV.
At this his bosom the young Sachem struck,
And braced his frame, and flashed his kindling eye—