“Brother! we grant thee quiet neighborhood,—
The tree of peace o’ershadows thee and me;
And thou mayst hunt in Narraganset’s wood,
And catch the fish that in our waters be;
But thou must still promote the red man’s good,
Keep bright his belt, and make thy counsels free
When danger darkens;—and if this be done,
I am thy father, thou shalt be my son.”
LVII.