Till in the forest far his glories fade;
While here and there, rose curling on his sight
The village smokes of many a sheltered glade;
And, nearer, clustered at the mountain’s base,
The foremost town of Pokanoket’s race.
LXXIII.
Embosomed there in massy shades it stood;
Its frequent voices, up the silent steep,
Came on our Founder’s ear;—in cheerful mood,
The tones of childhood shrill, and manhood deep,