WM. PENN AND THE INDIANS. MARY HOWITT. "I will not compare our friendship to a chain; for the rain might sometimes rust it, or a tree might fall and break it; but I shall consider you as the same flesh and blood as the Christians; and the same as if one man's body were to be divided into two parts." WM. PENN'S SPEECH TO THE INDIANS. There was a stir in Pennsylvanian woods, A gathering as the war-cry forth had gone ; And, like the sudden gush of Autumn floods, Stream'd from all points the warrior-tribes to one, Ev'n in the farthest forest solitudes, The hunter stopped the battle plume to don, And turn'd with knife, with hatchet and with bow, Back, as to bear them on a sudden foe. Swiftly, but silently, each dusky chief Sped 'neath the shadow of continuous trees; And files whose feet scarce stirr'd the trodden leaf; And infant-laden mothers, scorning ease; And childhood, whose small footsteps, light and brief, Glanced through the forest, like a fluttering breeze, Followed-a numerous, yet a silent band, As to some deed, high, fateful, and at hand. But where the foe? By the broad Delaware, No sign of war,—a little band they spied. Who were they? Simple pilgrims :—it may be, Scarce less than outcasts from their native isles,From Britain,-birth-place of the great and free, Where heavenly love threw round its brightest smiles, Then why depart? O seeming mockery! Were they not here, on this far shore, exiles, Oh! Truth! Immortal Truth! on what wild ground Thy presence, lest thy steaming glory cheer The poor, the many, without price or bound. Drowning thy voice, they fill the popular ear, And the great multitude doth crouch, and bear To rend the bands of Error from all eyes; Yet, ever and anon, from thy bright quiver, The flaming arrows of thy might are strown; And, rushing forth, thy dauntless children shiver The strength of foes who press to near thy throne, Then, like the sun, or thy Almighty Giver, Thy light is through the startled nations shown: And generous indignation tramples down Oh might it burn for ever! But in vain For vengeance rallies the alarmed host, And these were of that origin. Thy stamp And borne its odium as a fearful crime. And therefore, through their quiet homes the tramp We dwell in peace :-they purchased it with blood. We dwelt at large;--'twas they who wore the chain, And broke it. Like the living rocks they stood, Till their invincible patience did restrain The billows of men's fury. Then the rude Shock of the past diffused a mild disdain Some land where they might render God his due, Some land where came Thought's soul-refreshing dew Their simple-hearted children they might view, Springing in joy,―heirs of a blest estate; And they sought this. Yet, as they now descried Felt they no dread? No;-for their breasts were stored With confidence which pure designs impart, And they-the children of the wild-why came They at this summons? Swiftly it had flown Far through their woods, like wind, or wind-sent flame, Followed by rumors of a stirring tone, Which told that, all unlike, except in name, To those who yet had on their shores been known, These white men-wearers of the peaceful vest,Craved, in their vales, a brother's home and rest. On the red children of the desert, fell The tidings, like spring's first delicious breath; For they had loved the strangers all too well; And still-though reaping ruin, scorn and death For a frank welcome, and broad room to dwell, Given to the faithless boasters of pure faith,— Their wild, warm feelings kindled at the sight Of virtue arm'd but with her native might. What term we savage? The untutored heart Or scorch the hand which rudely wakes its ire: And these Columbian warriors to their strand Had welcomed Europe's sons,-and rued it sore, Men with smooth tongues, but rudely armed hand, Fabling of peace when meditating gore; Who, their foul deeds to veil, ceased not to brand The Indian name on every Christian shore. What wonder, on such heads, their fury's flame Burst, till its terrors gloomed their fairer fame. For they were not a brutish race, unknowing When God communed and walked with men on earth. Stupid idolatry had never dimmed The Almighty image in their lucid thought. His awful glory and their prophets taught |