[Scenes. A Sequestered Dale—Open Glade and Grand National Council—The Summit of Haup.]
Deep in the dale’s sequestered solitude,
Screened from the winter’s storm and chilling blast
By branching cedars and thick underwood,
And ever with their shadows overcast,
Old Narraganset’s regal wigwam stood,
Where dwelt her chief, while yet the cold did last,
And tempests, driving from the frozen north,
Detained his warriors from the work of wrath.
II.