Nature’s kind feelings did his visage grace;
His gently arching brow was shorn all bare,
And the slight smile now fading from his face,
The aspect left of serious goodness there;
Though bright his eyes beneath his forehead’s base,
They rather seemed to smile than fiercely glare;
And the free dignity of Waban’s race
Seemed moving in his limbs and breathing from his face.
LXI.
Williams the pledge of friendship now returned,