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Till I seemed to hear the trailing of an angel's robe of

white, And to feel a blessed presence invisible to sight. Bless the Lord for all His mercies !-for the peace and

love I felt, Like dew of Hermon's holy hill, upon my spirit melt ; When “Get behind me, Satan!” was the language of my

heart, And I felt the evil Tempter with all his doubts depart. Slow broke the grey cold morning; again the sunshine

fell, Flecked with the shade of bar and grate, within my

lonely cell ; The hoarfrost melted on the wall, and upward from the

street Came careless laugh and idle word, and tread of passing

feet. At length the heavy bolts fell back, my door was open

cast, And slowly at the sheriff's side up the long street I

passed; I heard the murmur round me, and felt, but dared not

see, How, from every door and window, the people gazed

on me.

And doubt and fear fell on me, shame burned upon my

cheek, Swam earth and sky around me, my trembling limbs

grew weak; “O Lord ! support thy handmaid; and from her soul

cast out The fear of man which brings a snare- e-the weakness

and the doubt.” Then the dreary shadows scattered like a cloud in

morning's breeze, And a low deep voice within me seemed whispering Though thy earth be as the iron, and thy heaven a

words like these:

brazen wall, Trust still His loving-kindness whose power is over all." We paused at length where at my feet the sunlit waters

broke On glaring reach of shining beach, and shingly wall of

rock; The merchant-ships lay idly there, in hard clear lines on

high Tracing with rope and slender spar their net-work on

the sky

And there were ancient citizens, cloak-wrapped and

grave and cold, And grim and stout sea-captains with faces bronzed and

old, And on his horse, with Rawson his cruel clerk at hand, Sat dark and haughty Endicott, the ruler of the land. And, poisoning with his evil words the ruler's ready ear, The priest leaned o'er his saddle, with laugh and scoff

and jeer; It stirred my soul, and from my lips the seal of silence

broke, As if through woman's weakness a warning spirit spoke. I cried; “The Lord rebuke thee, thou smiter of the meek, Thou robber of the righteous, thou trampler of the weak! Go light the dark cold hearth-stones—go turn the prison

lock Of the poor hearts thou hast hunted, thou wolf amid

the flock!” Dark loured the brows of Endicott, and with a deeper

red O'er Rawson's wine-empurpled cheek the flush of anger

spread. "Good people," quoth the white-lipped priest, “heed

not her words so wild ; Her master speaks within her-the Devil owns his But grey heads shook, and young brows knit, the while

child !"

the sheriff read That law the wicked rulers against the poor have made Who to their house of Rimmon and idle priesthood

bring No bended knee of worship nor gainful offering.

Then to the stout sea-captains the sheriff turning

said : “Which of ye, worthy seamen, will take this Quaker

maid ? In the Isle of fair Barbadoes, or on Virginia's shore, You may hold her at a higher price than Indian girl or

Moor."

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Grim and silent stood the captains; and when again he

cried, “Speak out, my worthy seamen : -no voice or sign re

plied; But I felt a hard hand press my own, and kind words

met my ear: “God bless thee and preserve thee, my gentle girl and

dear!”

A weight seemed lifted from my heart,—a pitying friend

was nigh, I felt it in his hard rough hand, and saw it in his eye; And, when again the sheriff spoke, that voice, so kind to

me, Growled back its stormy answer like the roaring of the

sea:

“Pile my ship with bars of silver-pack with coins of

Spanish gold, From keel-piece up to deck-plank, the roomage of her

hold, By the living God who made me! I would sooner in

your bay Sink ship and crew and cargo than bear this child

away!"

“Well answered, worthy captain, shame on their cruel

laws!” Ran through the crowd in murmurs loud the people's

just applause. “Like the herdsman of Tekoa, in Israel of old, Shall we see the poor and righteous again for silver

sold?”

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I looked on haughty Endicott; with weapon half-way

drawn, Swept round the throng his lion glare of bitter hate and

scorn ; Fiercely he drew his bridle-rein, and turned in silence

back, And sneering priest and baffled clerk rode murmuring

in his track.

Hard after them the sheriff looked in bitterness of soul; Thrice smote his staff upon the ground, and crushed his

parchment roll. “Good friends," he said, “ since both have fled, the

ruler and the priest, Judge ye if from their further work I be not well re

leased."

Loud was the cheer which, full and clear, swept round

the silent bay, As, with kind words and kinder looks, he bade me go

my way; For He who turns the courses of the streamlet of the

glen, And the river of great waters, had turned the hearts of

men.

Oh at that hour the very earth seemed changed beneath

my eye, A holier wonder round me rose the blue walls of the

sky, A lovelier light on rock and hill and stream and wood

land lay,

And softer lapsed on sunnier sands the waters of the bay. Thanksgiving to the Lord of life!—to Him all praises be, Who from the hands of evil men hath set his handmaid

free;

All praise to Him before whose power the mighty are

afraid, Who takes the crafty in the snare which for the poor is

laid ! Sing, O my soul, rejoicingly; on evening's twilight calm Uplift the loud thanksgiving-pour forth the grateful

psalm; Let all dear hearts with me rejoice, as did the saints of

old When of the Lord's good angel the rescued Peter told. And weep and howl, ye evil priests and mighty men of

wrong ; The Lord shall smite the proud, and lay His hand upon

the strong. Woe to the wicked rulers in His avenging hour! Woe to the wolves who seek the focks to raven and

devour ! But let the humble ones arise,-the poor in heart be

glad, And let the mourning ones again with robes of praise

be clad, For He who cooled the furnace, and smoothed the

stormy wave, And tamed the Chaldean lions, is mighty still to save!

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MY PLAYMATE,
The pines were dark on Ramoth hill,

Their song was soft and low:
The blossoms in the sweet May wind

Were falling like the snow.
The blossoms drifted at our feet,

The orchard birds sang clear;
The sweetest and the saddest day

It seemed of all the year.

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