What Cheer; Or, Roger Williams in Banishment: A Poem

by Job Durfee

LXXVIII.

While thus they spake, the sun declining low,

In Narraganset’s shades, half veiled his light;

On rapid pinions did the dark winged crow

And broad plumed eagle speed their homeward flight;

Warned by the signs, the twain, descending slow,

In converse grave, pass down the wooded height;

And, in the Sachem’s sylvan palace, share

Respite from hunger, toil, and present care.