When, leaning on his forest-bow unstrung,
The Oneyda warrior to the planter said,
And laid his hand upon the stripling’s head,
“Peace be to thee! my words this belt[34] approve;
The paths of peace my steps have hither led:[33]
This little nursling, take him to thy love,
And shield the bird unfledged, since gone the parent dove.
XV.
“Christian! I am the foeman of thy foe;
Our wampum league thy brethren did embrace:[33]