White Eyes is the oldest chief of the Lenni-Lenape.
His days are many; they are full; they draw near the evening of his life; he rejoices that wisdom is come before his sun is set.
"White Eyes believes the young White Father.

The ways of the Great Spirit are many as the fluttering leaves; they are strange and secret as the flight of a loon; White Eyes believes the redman's happy hunting grounds need not be forgotten to love the palefaces' God.

As a young brave pants and puzzles over his first trail, so the grown warrior feels in his understanding of his God.

He gropes blindly through dark ravines.
"White Eyes speaks few words to-day, for he is learning wisdom; he bids his people hearken to the voice of the White Father.

War is wrong; peace is best.