Then Williams: “Sachem, in the cause of Him, The great Good Spirit whom we all adore-- Who smiles not on the contests fierce and grim Of his red children in the field of gore-- I have come hither, in unwarlike trim, To crave thy friendship, and of thee implore That these black clouds portending bloody rain May go, and let the sky shine out again.” XII. So answering, the calumet of peace He tendered to that warlike Sagamore, Who clenched his hands, and backward stept a pace, “Nay! Nay, Awanux! Wampanoag gore Will M’antonomi’s feet in battle trace Ere dies another moon. He hears no more; ’Tis not for him, amid these Keenomps bold, To talk of peace--that suits his uncle old.” XIII. Williams to this: “Then the gray chief is wise; His glance is forward, and around him turns; But o’er the young chief clouds of anger rise, He sees but backward, and his vengeance burns; Show me to him who looks with wisdom’s eyes Upon the nations, and most truly learns, From by-gone toils and dangers of his life, To prize the pipe above the scalping-knife.” XIV. At this his bosom the young Sachem struck, And braced his frame, and flashed his kindling eye-- “This breast is generous,” he proudly spoke, “Of like for like abundant its supply; Of good and bad it hath an ample stock; It cheers its friend, it blasts its enemy-- Ten favors does it for each favor done, And ten darts sends for every hostile one. XV. “Follow the war-chief;--mid yon heavy cloud Of warriors grim in arms and martial dyes, Sits the gray Sachem in his numbers proud, But prouder still in counsels old and wise.” So spake he, striding tow’rd the lowering crowd. Williams to calmness did his guide advise; And both with cautious step and slow pursued The Sachem tow’rd that fearful multitude. XVI. Not more horrific gleams the glistering snake, Where coiled on glowing rocks he basking lies, When, at the approaching step his rattles shake, Flickers his forky tongue, and burn his eyes, Than glared that crowd of warriors round the stake, Arrayed in murderous arms and martial guise; Their turbulent murmurs kindling through the whole The sympathetic wrath of one inspiring soul. XVII. But when the Sachem, coming, near them trod, He raised his open hand, and, pausing, spoke: “Keenomps! Awanux, prompted by his God, Brings back the pipe the Wampanoag broke. Our fathers ever answered good with good, And for the bearer of the pipe ne’er woke The storm of vengeance;--list ye to his talk; He brings no message from the tomahawk.” XVIII.