His calumet of peace, and cup of joy;[40]
As monumental bronze unchanged his look;
A soul that pity touched, but never shook;
Trained from his tree-rocked cradle[41] to his bier
The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook
Impassive[39]—fearing but the shame of fear—
A stoic of the woods—a man without a tear.
XXIV.
Yet deem not goodness on the savage stock
Of Outalissi’s heart disdained to grow;