“Sachem, some charity is due to men

Who tread upon thy pipe unwittingly.

Long had the waters tossed those wanderers, when,

Hungry and cold, they came thy borders nigh;

And, Sachem, they were ignorant of thy race,

They only sought a safe abiding place.

LII.

“And this they found in that deserted strand,

Where slept the dead—where living men were not;

They knew no wrong in this—a rightful hand