Did now the summons of his chief attend,
And, questioned by him, straightway answered plain.
“Waban,” said Williams, “do our battles end?
Is the war over—have we peace again?
No more on yonder bank the prophet stands
And wings his darts or whirls his blazing brands.”
XXXIII.
Waban replied, “Did ever noon-day light
On midnight break? Did ever tempest shed,
Just as it gathered, radiance mild and bright?