The red and white men have their different moods,
And Narraganset’s tongue lacks terms, I fear,
To tell the strifes among white multitudes—
Strifes yet unknown within these forests drear,
Where undisturbed ye worship various gods,
And persecution leave to white abodes.
LXIV.
“Let it suffice, (for weary is the night,)
That late across the mighty lake I came,
Seeking protection here of brethren white,