Or conscience lights and leads their varying ken;—
Where ages after ages still may bow,
And from free hearts free orisons may flow.”
LXVII.
Waban a while mused on our Founder’s tale,
And silent sate in meditative mood;
For much he wondered why his brothers pale
For differing worship sought their kindred’s blood.
At last he thought that they must surely fail
To know the Great Spirit as a father good,