An Indian from his bark approach their bower,
Of buskined limb, and swarthy lineament;[33]
The red wild feathers on his brow were blent,
And bracelets bound the arm that helped to light
A boy, who seemed, as he beside him went,
Of Christian vesture, and complexion bright,
Led by his dusky guide, like morning brought by night.
XIV.
Yet pensive seemed the boy for one so young—
The dimple from his polished cheek had fled;