But though he languished o’er my humble strain,
Till patience left or dullness closed his eye,
To Williams it was not an idle song—
The dull reality did days prolong.
XIII.
They had their Corbitants of surly mood,
Who scarce would yield obedience to their lord;
Alike they thirsted for the Yengees’ blood,
And Wampanoag’s and alike abhorred.
By gaudy gifts their anger he subdued,