And mustering towns poured forth their eager trains,
From where wild Pawcatuck’s dark water flows,
To where Pawtucket cleaves the sounding plains;
From where Aquidnay’s blooming bosom throws
The ocean back, unto the far domains
Of the rude Nipnet, Narraganset’s wood
Rendered in eager throngs the multitude.
XXII.
Swarm upon swarm, far dark’ning all the ground,
They gathered, and on Potowomet’s plain,