Chapter XL

But some last scruples still his mind assail;
For, ah! what rites had made the place profane!
When thus the chief:--“No more my son bewail
Thy comforts lost; let the Great Spirit reign
Where Chepian reigned; ay, let thy God prevail;
Be thou His Priest, and this thine own domain;
From wild Pawtucket to Pawtuxet’s bounds
To thee and thine be all the teeming grounds.”