“Large is our regal lodge, and furnished well With skins of beaver, bear, and buffalo; Nausamp and venison is its royal meal; And its warm fire is like the summer’s glow: There, with that Wampanoag shalt thou dwell, And all our comforts in full safety know; The whilst, our old chiefs shall, in council great, Upon thy questions gravely meditate.” LXI. Here closed the long debate, and, from the ground, Rose the thronged warriors, and hoarse murmurs past Through all that concourse, like the hollow sound Of Narraganset’s waters, when the blast Begins to roll the tumbling billows round The rock-bound cape, which had so lately glassed Its imaged self--its pendant crags and wood-- In the calm bosom of the silent flood. CANTO FIFTH. [SCENES. A Sequestered Dale--Open Glade and Grand National Council--The SUMMIT OF HAUP.] Deep in the dale’s sequestered solitude, Screened from the winter’s storm and chilling blast By branching cedars and thick underwood, And ever with their shadows overcast, Old Narraganset’s regal wigwam stood, Where dwelt her chief, while yet the cold did last, And tempests, driving from the frozen north, Detained his warriors from the work of wrath. II. And near it rose an ample council hall, Where oft the Narraganset senate sate, When came the wise men, at their Sachem’s call, On schemes of high emprise to hold debate; And in the shade were shelters meet, for all His grave advisers who should on him wait; And, with the red men just as with the white, Such free provision did delays invite. III. Here Father Williams must a while remain. And, with apt converse born of feelings mild, Soothe the stern natures of the warlike train, His destined neighbors in that barbarous wild; Allay distrust and confidence obtain, Until suspicion and fierce wrath, despoiled Of all their terrors, leave the vanquished mind To generous friendship and full faith inclined. IV. Day after day he passed from man to man, Whome’er of note the mightier Sachems swayed, And, to the chieftains of each martial clan, In paints all grim--in horrid arms arrayed-- He talked of peace; then o’er the dangers ran, Were war against the Wampanoag made; And then besought them that with friendly eyes, They would behold his smoke from Seekonk rise. V. Betwixt the tribes, on either side the stream, Still he the belt would hold--the pipe would bear; But never in his hand should lightning gleam For either Sachem when he rushed to war; And with the Yengees still might it beseem Him to promote an understanding fair, Till wide the tree of peace its branches spread, And white and red men smoked beneath its shade. VI.