CANTO SEVENTH.
[Scenes. Seekonk’s Mead—The Wilderness—Salem—The Wilderness—The Night at the Cavern—The New Home.]
Much Williams dreaded that dark priest, I ween,
Albeit he hid his fears from Waban’s eyes;
His threat’ning arrows and his savage mien
Would often now in midnight dreams arise;
And, rising, bring of blood a woful scene—
His Mary pale—his children’s wailing cries;
And he would start, and marvel how a dream,
Delirium’s thought, should so substantial seem.