CANTO SIXTH.

[Scene. Seekonk’s Mead, or Place of the First Settlement.]

The winds of March o’er Narraganset’s bay

Move in their strength—the waves with foam are white;

O’er Seekonk’s tide the tossing branches play,

The woods roar o’er resounding plain and height;

’Twixt sailing clouds, the sun’s inconstant ray

But glances on the scene—then fades from sight;

The frequent showers dash from the passing clouds;