With yon wild Eden?” While he thus delays,
The old chief’s hand does on his bosom bear,
As he explains: “Another sachem sways
The isle of peace. All Haup’s dominions are
Stretched tow’rd the God of frost—look there and choose;
All thou hast won, and well a part mayst use.”
LXXI.
Turned by the words that gently woke his ears,
Before his eyes a boundless forest lay;