Great Chepian's priest, within a moment brief,
Thou, with thy fearlessness, hast overdone;
And thou art greater than his manits are,—
For they were vanquished in the combat fair.
LIV.
"Brother! we take thy calumet of peace,
And throw the hatchet into quiet shade;
The Wampanoag's terrors may surcease,
And thou mayst plant on Seekonk's eastern glade;
But hearken, brother!—better far would please
Thy council fire if by Mooshausick made;
But pass we that; for well our brother knows
To live our friend surrounded by our foes.
LV.
"Brother! thou wilt our belt of friendship take,
And for us win the kindness of the White,
That when we war against the Pequot make,
His hands may aid us, and his counsels light;—
His thunders speak and all the forests shake,—
His lightnings flash and spread a wild affright
Through town and fortress, whereso'er we go,
Till not a Pequot lives to tell his nation's woe.
LVI.
"Brother! we grant thee quiet neighborhood,—
The tree of peace o'ershadows thee and me;
And thou mayst hunt in Narraganset's wood,
And catch the fish that in our waters be;
But thou must still promote the red man's good,
Keep bright his belt, and make thy counsels free
When danger darkens;—and if this be done,
I am thy father, thou shalt be my son."
