What can his speeches with his foes avail?
No arms he bears, no Yengees him attend,
How dares his foot to print this distant vale?
The path was shut between the nations red,—
How dared my brother on that path to tread?
X.
Williams.
The white man labors to enthrall the mind,
He will not let its thoughts of God be free;
I come the soul’s hard bondage to unbind,