And at my sachem’s ire my own awoke;
I can pursue,—for viewless pinions lift
My nimble feet to speed thy vengeance swift.”
LVI.
A freezing horror crept through every vein,
As Williams heard the son of Nature speak;
And humbled stood he, for that ire profane
Was but his own that did new semblance take
In that wild man;—there stood the ancient Cain
And here the modern, better skilled to check