But now, alas! beneath the grassy mound,
Two of the three sate with the silent dead;[2]
The wampum girdle, that his spouse once wore,
Gleamed on her garb of furs the settle o’er.
[2] The Indians bury their dead in a sitting posture.
LXXIX.
The room was warm, and plenteous the cheer
Which Waban then did to our Founder bring;
In trays the nocake,[3] and the joints of deer,
And in the gourd-shell water from the spring;