The mossy giants of a thousand years,

O’er hill and plain their mighty arms display;

Mound after mound, far lessening north, appears,

Till in blue haze they seem to melt away;

Here Seekonk wedded with Mooshausick beamed,

And there Cohannet’s liquid silver gleamed.

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Here Kikimuet left his woodland height,

Bright in the clear, or dark beneath the shade;

There Sowams gleamed,—if names the muse aright,