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;