To learn the dire enchanter’s spell was riven;
And wilder shouts the echoing vales prolong,
To hear that priest was from the council driven;
“The tree of peace” they cried, “will bloom again,
The wizard’s banished, and his manit slain.”
LXI.
Then to the elder chief our Father gave
The Narraganset friendly calumet;
And it was pleasant to behold the grave
And stern old Sachem, whilst his eyes were wet