It was the church-bell’s merry peal;
And now a pleasant house he view’d:
And now his heart began to feel
As though, it were not quite subdu’d!
No lofty dome, shew’d loftier state,
No pamper’d Porter watch’d the gate,
No Mastiff, like a tyrant stood,
Eager to scatter human blood;
Yet the poor Indian wand’rer found,
E’en where Religion smil’d around—