And now they paused amid an open glade,
More than a bow-shot from the thickets brown;
Then Father Williams to the hunter said,
“Where! where! O Waban, is Neponset’s town?”
And Waban answered, “Full one-half a sleep
This march requires to bring us to its steep.”
XXX.
“Then here we rest, to take whate’er may come,”
Our Founder said, “and do you all prepare
To tread the realms that lie beyond the tomb;