Chapter III

Early that morn, beside the tranquil flood,
Where ready trimmed rode Waban’s frail canoe,
The banished man, his spouse and children, stood,
And bade their lately blooming hopes adieu.
The anxious mother had not yet subdued
Despondent sorrow, and the briny dew
Stole often down her cheeks; hers was the smart--
The searching anguish of the softer heart.