Had from Mooshausick’s highlands often cast
On the advancing work his watchful eyes;
And often, wafted on the passing blast,
Our Sire had heard that wizard’s warning cries:—
Yet hoped that, baffled and chastised, his pride,
And courage too, had with his serpent died.
XX.
Vain hope! The close had scarce been made secure,
Ere Seekonk’s western marge was blazing bright,
And decked with horns, and furs, and paints impure,