Welcome, my brother! say, what lowering cloud,
O’er Seekonk’s eastern marge, impels thee here?
Be it the Pequot in his numbers proud,
I hold his greeting in this glittering spear;
But oh! perchance my brother seeks this place,
To share with us the sacred rites of peace?”
XXIX.
“Not so, brave chief; it is to seek a home,
By seer announced, by Heaven to me assigned;
Yonder abode lies wrapt in sable gloom,