Whome’er of note the mightier Sachems swayed,
And, to the chieftains of each martial clan,
In paints all grim—in horrid arms arrayed—
He talked of peace; then o’er the dangers ran,
Were war against the Wampanoag made;
And then besought them that with friendly eyes,
They would behold his smoke from Seekonk rise.
V.
Betwixt the tribes, on either side the stream,
Still he the belt would hold—the pipe would bear;