From those pale chiefs who had, with scourge and flame,
Driven them as me o’er sea in dangerous flight;—
Our wrongs, as our offenses, were the same:
God we had worshipped as to us seemed right,
And roused the vengeance of our men of might.
LXV.
“My brethren then had persecution fled,
And much I hoped with them a home to find;
But to our common God whene’er we prayed,
My honest worship did not suit their mind;