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THE TENT
ON THE BEACH
AND DRAMATIC
LYRICS
COPYRIGHT,
1899,
NOTE
THE
pictures in verse of
itself a delightful
sketch of
Hampton
of gray sand
is
the screen.
it is
summer
group of
The whole
conception
gether, to reflect
of their
The
when we have
projecting new
that
in
or Salisbury Beach.
at
is
there
and nature
tier's is
at
is
life
human companionship.
art,
some of
is
artists,
so pictorial
working
to-
easily
friends
more
reluctant to strike
holiday.
it
at
his
little
CONTENTS
THE TENT ON THE BEACH
THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH
THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE
THE BROTHER OF MERCY
THE CHANGELING
THE MAIDS OF ATTITASH
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PAGE
Frontispiece
" Oho " she muttered, " ye 're brave today "
14
Deepest of
And
all
mysteries,
"Lead
Out
The
the church
....
the
Thev burned
24
will see to
42
56
62
ours"
68
...
way
38
50
Now
is
80
106
It
companions
whom
as the
two
this
and
Taylor the
The
cosmopolite.
free
long line of
by the salt-meadows of
southern extremity
Hampton.
these
meadows, and
imagine
also
The
The Hampton
my
the reader
may,
the
its
buryport
is
its
Great Boar's
banks.
[Mr. Whittier
it
as too
origi-
Decameron method
but abandoned
New-
and feigning
is
green trees on
he choose,
Wreck of Rivermouth^
Head; southward
if
mouth, where
hackneyed.]
own poem,
Too
light
born
Of the
Of
Silent
Warmed
into life
That, frozen
in the fabled
Thawed
sound
Of
into
a winter fireside
Whose
dream
sea.
mystery
and
it
To
as the tunes
hunting-horn,
of one
the dear
tuned
my
song
When
Burned
Three
all
summer
time.
With narrow
At
full
Of sun-bleached
At
ebb, a
They touched
Northward
with
light,
floor
receding
feet.
Sail-whitened,
town,
and
beyond
the
steeples
Above low
They saw
And, the
The
of
the
light
silver speech.
first star
fall
lamp-fire glimmer
down from
the
house tower.
tall
light-
And
To
of custom down,
And
Of
in the
duties, claims,
their
track.
One, with
his
lettered
An
Converged
The
And
as in a
Ley den
far.
jar
looked out.
He knew
And
Of poet
But
gifts
of him or her,
if
he
tell
and philosopher.
lost,
No
readier lips
fessed.
at
blind,
the best.
He
Tenderly, gently, by
He knew
No
his
own
heart.
Pleasant
it
was
to
and
their pride.
roam about
With Wordsworth
Taste rugged
And
Elliott's
home-brewed
beer.
at fourscore.
once more.
and grow.
to spring
To
silent, shy,
He
To
seemed no
hold his
The
vi'ay
peace-loving man,
fiery partisan
mob'
fierce
hounding down.
will
The
his task-field
visionary
pomp
He
And,
To
still,
as the
in his ear
shut bays, on
windy capes,
their legend
He saw
Each
Like
letters
And
By
Or
people
In idling
The
And in
left
him
a land
to exhaust,
hurled
Smoked, cross-legged
like
Turk,
in
Oriental
calm.
The
seas
songs again.
the mountain-paths
On
And,
slid at
ease
Of mountains,
dreams
Untouched
That
No
in sight.
as yet
Stared
its
The
Where
at intervals.
toil,
and year-long
care.
Deep
Whose
sisters
twain.
Of the
still
plain
10
Hid by
if
their innocence, as
Gyges by
his ring.
nightfall
flute-voiced
woman
sweetly sang.
the sand
the
moon.
With an
As
a lean
to
old
ii
sails in
Turned white
Sometimes,
in
And
ships, with
upturned keels,
sail like
a sea the
sky.
its
track
its
wrecks of storm.
spray showers
burst into white
froth flowers.
Beneath the
They
talked of
Read,
slept,
And
in the
Body and
flaring lantern
all
lamp.
and dreamed
as idlers
new.
do
o'er-taxed
mind
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died.
The white-maned
Dim seen across the
gathering shade,
They
sat
their every
pause be-
tween.
Within
(With
to beard.
he cleared,
And,
The
in a voice so
his throat
tremulous
it
betrayed
From
salt
river
And
waters,
its
fair are
afoam
And Agamenticus
Head of
lifts its
the Boar,
blue
And
southerly,
when
the tide
is
o'er;
down,
The
Over
Once,
in the old
Two
A
Colonial days.
boat sailed
down through
Of Hampton
Full of a goodly
Sailing out
the winding
company
on the summer
sea,
With
In
light.
Rocks
to right.
ways
laid
to the
!
his scythe
with a
listless
hand.
13
14
Hearing a voice
Watching
in a far-ofF song,
a white
figures in this
more was
who
feared, persecuted,
witch of Hampton.
and hated
as the
in a hovel a litde
distant
stands,
When
covered up
hastily
in
now
her death
the earth
His marriage
church
late
in
life
as disreputable
to a
New
England preachers.
woman
regarded by his
favor of Oliver
Crom-
was
satis-
the feel-
her leg
at the pleasure
fear
of the court.
and
community
" Oho
J "
^re
brave to-day/"**
Oho
But
'
The
For
hear the
little
're
brave to-day
it 's
" She
I
Her wicked
And
say,
home
's
at
15
"
'
fair
head, with
its
But merrily
still,
And
They dropped
They
And
Ran
Then
the
skipper
looked
from
the
darkening
sea
Up
to the
But he spake
"Yet
there
like a
is
brave
man
cheerily,
i6
And
The
The
"
As
just as a breath
Blew out
God
at last
sail
The
its
The
flail,
starboard side.
strife
lightning's glare,
The
slantwise blown.
Isles
air.
Head of
the Boar
stone.
The
tear
" They
crew
Lord, forgive
lost,"
she
rain
muttered,
" boat
me
my
"
!
far
No
life
The
Sailed
and wide
mower,
lean
Look from
the
Never again
shall the
sweet voice
rise
and
Ye saw
in the light
faces looking
call,
fall
Dead
sight
of breaking day
Solemn
it
was
in that old
day
And
church,
17
::
i8
The
And
Sobbed through
But
his prayer
and wept
in turn.
Under
He
hymn,
Of his
And
woman
a fair-faced
Linking her
own
of doubtful fame.
The
felt
like
them
forbid.
drearily round,
to the burying-ground.
She
let
And
man answered
summer day,
Hampton shore
And
the broken
lines
of
lay.
her
19
story told
gold,
And the
With
in
"Well "
!
said the
Is really not
As
ill
Man
told in verse.
With
up
his strain.
While
Drew
near,
bent.
and
at
his
side
graceful
listener
20
Dimple round
And
hundred
its
isles,
Laughs and
in
ripples
Melvin stream
its
banks adorn
Mingling with
murmurs
its
sweet.
the
mouth of
Moultonboro Bay
mound.
The
with
fish,
found.
which empties
Lake Winnipesaukee,
and many
relics
is
is
home
plentifully
a great
in
the
stocked
that
Titan cromlech
fills ?
tree
Grim
utilitarian.
Loving woods
Lake and
for
and fowl.
As
the
To
brown bear
Took
his life
bloom of day,
Haply unto
hill
and tree
stands afar
Who
21
in
Or the midnight
What revealings
of the camp.
winter tramp,
faint
and
far.
star,
Kindled
Grand
in robes
What
What
What
Now,
whate'er he
sepulchral mysteries.
?
Low
On
he
his
There
lies as
mound
may have
other men
been.
comes
has he
Moss-grown
Tell the
Thou,
tale,
lips,
Northern lake!
Speak, and
tell
give no sign
And
all
mysteries,
is.
But somewhere,
Moves
for
is
good or
living
ill,
still
While
Holds no
Is the
starry sign of
Unseen with
hope
sight at odds
Thus
While
mused by Melvin's
the
summer
side,
eventide
Seemed
THE TENT ON THE BEACH
Prayer for him, for
all
who
rest,
'
!
Desert-smothered caravan.
Knee-deep dust
that
Dumbly
To
tiled.
sod.
tolled,
up blind eyes
my
soul disquieted.
Where
Where
Where
To
be
now
What
Deepest of all
And the
7nysfei'ies^
saddest, silence is
warm
the
sky stooped to
make
And
lit
Like an answer to
Hear'st thou,
What
What
of
to thee the
is
" Cast on
God
little faith.
mountain
saith,
if
them
for
Where
soul.
Trust Him,
Doubt
my
is
doubt of Him.
Binding ever
sin to pain.
But without
He
waiteth
still.
Doth
the
Crumbles
And
in the breath
of prayer;
Opens every
gate of
fire.
Through
Never
in prison
all
cross
was found
yet abyss
Deeper than
Thy
sound
"
!
Equal
faith
Set her
with
watch of
all
who
hills
sleep,
around
And
to cairn
mound,
Keep,
Thy
On
in
Swing,
Sweeps the
circle of
God's
love.
"
on
Is
't
his song.
well to pry
Is
to
still
God
bloom
as high above.
He paused and
The hearers'
Only
tomb
Deep below,
Melvin stream.
pleasant
sweet laugh
The
life
to be
27
We
beat with
in vain.
" But
faith
He
said
above, below,
know," she
said,
That on our
would
still
find,
texts distils
and of
Thus
That
sin
can give no
life.
the written
Word,
saith the
Lord,
also feel
wound beyond
love's
to heal."
" Pray,"
A
Go
said the
Man
Your hobby
and place.
more
power
28
But
The
let
solid earth
step discreet,
beneath his
feet.
The
wisest
is
a fool, the
fool
lies.
Heaven-helped
wise."
The
Traveller said
let
singers
creeds.
make
Than
It
Nor
It
beauty for
own
fair sake.
makes the
And
its
gives
its
" Confess,
Has
flexile
laws
atmosphere
it
deigns to own.
its
color and
left
your fancy
little
chance
tone.
its
it
to clap
like a trap."
The
bit,
than throw
on fancy's neck.
is
;;
29
liberal
Where
charmed footsteps
its
of harm.
poet's sweet
dream
lives
in the
crowded
winds of
obeys
praise.
and
his
lets
conscience
steer.
" Thanks
Nor
For the
As
false
for the
For what
For
losses
is
word he speaks.
doubtful
model
word unspoken,
that he breaks.
which
And
The
Who
"
I yield
word
Where
30
And
my
you,
good
As
me
to
For
Of cavil,
owe
friend,
my
offence
let
With crimson
Revolving on
tower
its
star.
ray that
afar.
The lamp
On
flashed
down
its
yellow
the long
tent.
jet
May
Our
another day
Traveller in his
own
'
thus
sweet lay.
The
" So
it
be
all
lady said.
She smiled
To hear our
"
let
poet's
words through
three.
at
your choice
my
poor borrowed
voice."
On
to the bay,
dawn and
there at
set
of day
many
the wanderers
home
come ;
Of stranger
" Blown out and
The
And
keels.
in
stately ships,
by summer gales,
with crowded
sails,
Before
They come,
me
glide
swift-winged Isidore
The waves
"
Thou
And one
with
divide.
whom
the night
is
day
say
The
And
tell
your
tale.
31
32
my
message from
Or
his
lost
raven hair
one bear,
dying wail
The
That
stifles
worst
is
breath.
Of
It
in the
garden trees.
fell
The
I
That
"
"
death
life in
That whispered
It
mourn my dead
to
in trust
For
The
if
all is
well
be of cheer.
"
As through
The
33
The Reader
once more;
olive
As
all
the
town
Where
noon shadows of
the
the gardens
His
The
last
barefoot
Unseen,
monk
in square
of
La
Certosa
Val
mat
sat.
Backward and
and wove,
d'
at last
Tinkle of
The
sick
bell
man
the
monk
Of Mercy
sifted
in love or strife.
life
the street
feet.
And
drifted,
Arno
shifted
But when
fall,
down
said,
moan of
pain.
I
!
see."
34
This day
for the
first
me
my
with
alike, to
Hushed
ears,
some new
haply from
Of love or pity,
To bear a wretch
my
in
the street
full
of pain.
work
own
reward.
I loved the
I
it
never counted on
was
it
My
sins,
To
which
But somehow,
are
to offset
many, or make
father,
should not
know
my
less
it
come
has
much
myself,
to be
me,
a part of
if
lacking
it.
And
in
my
place
Joyful or sad,
And now
some other
what
all 's
over.
debt
its
self
matters,
Woe
if
would
not
is
me
die.
sit
?
"
" My
son,"
No
toil,
no
Shall
mar
Clad
in
tears,
no sorrow
Thou
shalt
sit
down
"
35
Piero tossed
" Miserable
me
his sick-pillow
am too poor for such grand company
The crown would be too heavy for this gray
Old head and God forgive me if I say
On
It
would be hard
Like an image
With
these
to
hard
sit
in the
hands,
that
my
all
have
life
wrought.
Not
I
'm
Counting
my
Mine
beads.
's
if all else
be dead.
so
Of souls
that suffer
Why,
never yet
Or ass o'erladen
Than dog or ass,
Must
I rate
man
in holy selfishness
less
?
if
The
better, if therein
Of
still
Some
cooling tears.
upon
its fires
!)
36
His
brow, and
"
lost
Then was
be done
"
!
who
great groan
Of somewhat
And
alone,
is
love, as
God
bore him.
" Never fear
himself
thy
is
love
work above."
in the stern
monk's place
angel's face
"
I 've
seen
street steal.
And
With
felt to
doff
For blessings on
The Reader
We
my
'11
wiped
his glasses
wine."
THE CHANGELING
THE CHANGELING
For the fairest maid in Hampton
They needed not to search,
Who saw young Anna Favor
Come
Or
At
set
of harvest-day.
Now
blackbirds.
of the hay.
the weariest of
The
saddest
She scowls
And
two
in the face
mothers.
of her husband.
coals,
goodman,
child shall
And
all
years' bride.
comes
both up chimney
lie.
to fetch her
fly.
It 's
never
And
left
me
an imp instead.
38
" Oh,
fair
my
baby,
But
this
is
"
my
But
" My
Rake
my
And
'11
bosom.
face
Look
" She
my
It 's
goodman,
own.
come when
she hears
it
crying.
And
she
'11
Anna
Then
Laid
"
Thy
I
"
his
sorrow
is
great,
woman
The paths to
And never
trouble are
My
many.
light
let
said.
way
beyond
us pray."
it
"
THE CHANGELING
Then
"
Thy
Let her
daughter
sight
weak and
Once more
this evil
blind
clothe her
mind.
in her right
Out
is
shadow.
Turn
lips like
the lips of
Mary
" Comfort
like the
little
hands of Jesus,
one.
beam of
Made
the
wan
face almost
And
fair.
wonder
on
it
She kissed
And
bosom
on her
fair
Was
But
and forehead,
To
Oh,
lip
it
fairer to
Looked
morning
bridal
who
the maid
Ezra Dalton
With more
" For
I live,
"
I see,
Now
mount and
As thou lovest
Woe 's
Be
me,
if
ride,
thy
my
the death of
my goodman.
own
soul
wicked fancies
And
; ;
THE CHANGELING
41
side.
And
Then
release.
Went
sounding
like a
flail
" Here
To
What
is
rhyme
venture on
hardly dare
seems so sweet by
Sounds simply
And
its
silly
Doon
at
and Ayr
hereabout
blown
our own.
our
new Theocritus."
42
And
Through gaps of
leafy green
When,
in the
That dreams
In the
Two
dream
its
in Attitash,
warm summer
maidens
weather.
sat together.
flocks of
lilies
In sweetness, not
*
is
Attitash, an Indian
the
name of a
part of
wrote
large
Amesbury.
**
and
ash trees."]
show
huckleberry,'*
Mr.
Fields, Whittier
thee Attitash, as
fine,
signifying
beautiful
[In a letter to
shoreward lying.
music, dying
word
and
should like to
pretty as St.
in
it
The
in
it
is
as
sings, in
it is
And
wbite-spiked cletbra-flower.
Tbe
Tbe
plash
Tben
Was
berry-filled.
And
"
No
Tbat
is
I tread
I
"
My
no cottage-floor;
own no
lover poor.
other,
Was
lesser
We
meet,
And
"
to
me
know, indeed,
that wealth
is
good
With
Hard by
a farmer hale
His cradle
With windrows
And
still,
and young
in the rye-field
swung.
plain
of ripe grain.
Of large
The
soon or
late
Half screened by
The
Watching
The supreme
come
doom
hours unnoted
the step
was Destiny's
lives forecast.
mower
passed.
side
The
The
Sat
46
And scarlet-oak
With blushes
and golden-rod
The mellow
The pebbled
aisles.
margin's ripple-chant
The
And
Sweet sounds
The
The
stole in
and
soft lights
streamed
was
a caress.
And
proud
worldly-wise.
lip
all
unsaid.
Wears, half
The
is still
to her surprise.
With more
than
all
all.
47
Of life
The
is
gained
talisman of old
That changes
all
to gold.
And
accidents,
What
Awaits her
can build
art
is filled
The
Book-man drew
With smothered
''Why, you
And, with
On
his
Yankee
shall sit in
Ramsay's
place,
hills
immortal sheep.
The
Traveller laughed
"
Sir
Galahad
48
How
should he
From one
know
of Vulcan's forge-boys
"
show
Miss, while
" Nay,
squire
that
wayside
folks admire.
" Here
is
Our
own
as
one
Fit for a
shore.
nore."
KALLUNDBORG CHURCH
"Tie
stille,
barn min
Og
gi'er dig
at lege
med "
!
Zealand Rhyme.
" Build
at
church
And
as stately as
Said the
"
KALLUNDBORG CHURCH
And
And
To
soul, I will
Helva wed
ofFhe strode,
in his pride
of will,
I lose
the Troll
" Build,
who
dwelt in Ulshoi
At Kallundborg by
me
and build
it
stately,
Build
it
But the
sly
Dwarf
What
"
said,
it
fair.
No
"
!
hill.
Build
By
said,
my
" Though
'
But Esbern
work
man,
is
wrought
for naught.
"
When
Kallundborg church
By
said
of
its
is
builded well,
builder
eyes must be
it
tell.
my
boon."
soon."
He hewed
He
He
listened
And
the
Neck and
no
reply.
;;
50
fair,
By Kallundborg
in black despair.
Hammer
work he heard
and delve
the Troll
"
have builded
And
my
tomb,"
said
fair
Esbern Snare.
When
"
With
He
made
With
strong.
Now
the church
KALLUNDBORG CHURCH
"
love
let
me
51
look to-day
me
Let
I sinned,
let
is
thy heart
feel
"
me
But
still.
fast as she
Hammered
He knew,
as
spell
of Elf or Troll
And Esbern
Of a
listened,
" Lie
still
still,
my
ho
Thanks
The
To
darling
play with
eyes
!
father thine
Thou 'It
Ho
hill.
Was somehow
Is a
"
me
torn apart
next sunrise
Esbern
Snare's
heart
and
"
!
"
to the Troll-wife, I
is
that
know
your game ?
"
his
name
52
" Too
And
GafFer Fine
late,
Troll and
That night
air
sobbing underground,
Of the
Of
vanished in
Of a woman
And
pillar
careless singer
the
who
Troll of the
name.
told his
Church they
sing
the
rune
By
And
And
Still
seaward over
its
moon
him
still
hill.
groves of birch
Where,
wedded
pair.
The
Of
our
let
53
To
With
As
fishes shall
to you.
your
listeners be.
St.
Anthony."
The
voice of
From world
God
to hear
His couriers
fly.
fire
The
to world
Rides
down
of the Lord
strife is
done
54
The
in heart, as
all
one
in blood.
her peoples be
the sea.
"From
outworn
And
Wild
dumb below
Thy
beat
55
far,
For
lo
the
fall
of Ocean's wall
And
Is as the
thought of one
The
Christ
The Reader
is
little
Its old
And
The
agree.
cease;
whispering. Peace
to this at last,"
said,
"
And
all
come.
blast.
may run
He
" Here,"
"
!
56
"
Is
something that
Down
I
had
Who,
(As
if
it
on the
from a
found
island
as Orr's.
fair-haired girl
by some
year
last
known
name of
Pearl,
THE DEAD
What
HARPSWELL
SHIP OF
beyond
wing.
up the bay
a ship
lights,
hundred-harbored Maine
And many a
When, tall and
shall
sail
seaward turn.
outstand.
white, the
ship
THE DEAD
OF HARPSWELL
SHIP
No
isle-set
bristling pines
bay
Who
Old
tell
shipwrights
Who
of Orr
in
Freeport yards
A
No
wonder and
foot
Upon
No
is
on thy
a sign
silent deck.
That
Howe'er
when
She
No
the breeze
to port,
may
be
tack of
Nor
wind
sail,
Of evening
tide.
Neck
guides her in
the star
lit
hail,
No
hand
Or
let
her anchor
fall.
Your gray-head
hints of
ill
The
row
Who
shall
no more return
sign.
THE PALATINE
They know not that its sails are
By pity's tender breath,
Nor see the Angel at the helm
Who
" Chill
as a
59
filled
Death
touch
"
We
your dish."
THE PALATINE*
Leagues
north, as
fly
hawk
beacon flames, Montauk
* Block
Island in
Long
isle
of the
little
by the In-
bound
6o
With
For
tryst
mouth of
Set at the
The
coast lights
the
up on
Sound
its
to hold
turret old.
At
And Winter
But
in
Held
its
laughs at
summer
time,
in the laps
Are blue
off
sleet
its
course,
its fires
when
of peat
of valleys fond,
coast at
beyond
this
point.
that wreckers
on shore,
after
rescuing
month, according
ship
on
unhappy passengers
and madness.
all
fire is visible to
same
Tradition says
but one of the
to
Every twelve-
THE PALATINE
When
And,
6i
hid in the
warm,
soft dells,
unclose
When
And, held
to the
Then is that
And the pale
The wine of
No
On
No
sails
show,
pleasant
air.
light.
Quaint
tradition
narrow range,
their
Or
their
know no
change.
webs of tow.
And
62
The
goodly store.
its
went ashore.
The
And
signal gun,
when
(May God
The
brothers
White upturned
Where waves
Down
false lights
men and
faces,
had
what
sights
!)
were there
hands stretched
pity,
And
like birds
And
word
of prey
to say.
The
" There
'11
in prayer
"
homeward
dumb," they
sped,
said
THE PALATINE
63
Along
They
Behold
Over
The
again, with
shine,
So, haply in
Mending
They
"
shimmer and
fitter
words than
on
their nets
tell
these.
Nor
It is
known
We
Is there, then,
Do
Do
On
it
in
for a
left its
tables never
token
broken
all
our day."
no death
Written on
Was
Which,
She shows
at times,
in
photograph
64
For
still,
Now
Leaps up the
terrible
Then, slowly
And
the wise
Reef
Sound
their sails
Of the
"
Ghost of
Fire,
when
fitter tale to
in the ear
The
Traveller mused
Is fairy-land
Who
is
isle
Brandan's in
Or
"
No
"
!
or heard
its
name
before
Whose dreamy
St.
then,"
" 'T
light
its
sea-mist gray.
"
!
ABRAHAM DAVENPORT
Is the
The Reader
I
chose
" But
as Block,'*
said.
65
for ease
its
let it
pass
here
is
a bit
And
written
when
its
fear."
ABRAHAM DAVENPORT*
In the old days
With
And
custom
(a
laid aside
so,
to
make
philosophical
its
an-
speculation
passed through
19,
it.
into
The
the
minds of those
incident of Colonel
is
who
Abraham
a matter of history.
THE TENT ON THE BEACH
66
Wisdom and
grace in
Abraham Davenport.
Over
Over
the
fell
of the Spring,
life
The
Was
tell,
The low-hung
sky
its
rim
Was
fringed
climbs
The
crater's sides
Roosted
all
below.
hell
bats
on leathern
wings
Flitted abroad
all
The
As
grew sharp
trumpet shatter
ears
Law.
He
looked
; ;
ABRAHAM DAVENPORT
67
House, dim
as ghosts,
Meanwhile
Some
said
and then,
one accord,
as if with
Abraham Davenport.
it
so or not, I only
My
To
occupy
Where He
I
till
He
my
come.
hath set
me
in
No
know
Lord's
So
command
at the post
His providence,
Him
face to face,
my
task.
calls
And
God
Let
from
Bring
do His work,
in
the
we
candles."
would
say.
And
in.
Then by
An
act to
The
amend an
act to regulate
fisheries.
Whereupon
no
figures of speech
68
The
to the
To
his
all
man
the while,
argument,
God
And
memory
there he stands in
to this day,
He
ceased
To
lift
a half-faced
And, shoreward,
From
Such
The
When
moon
seemed
in sight
as of old, with
fishers
solemn awe.
by Gennesaret saw.
dry-shod o'er
it
light
trod.
Upon
that
The
see to
ours "
waves
to
foam
69
on either hand
to leave.
lips to
Sweet intuitions of
Gave
to the
"
One
song,
we
part."
which belong
all art.
winds of night a
strain
its
accompani-
ment.
harp
at
Has never
The
song the
Has never
of morning sung
died away.
given.
; ;
As
kneels the
human
knee,
The
They pour
Their
The
gifts
The
rills
The
Are
are loud,
The twilight
Or speaks with
From
crossed
forest grieves,
tongues of Pentecost
blue sky
is
and
air,
With which
The
The moon's
singer ceased.
" Allah
il
From
Allah
all
hath praise
My
face of her.
still
He
white rays
of sunset
lights.
The Moslem's
my
Christian
knee unbent."
We
strike
We
low
cheerily,
" Never
fear.
THE EXILES
The
lad
incidents
has
of
first
white
Macy is
Pike's
bal-
1660.
the
its
settler
of the
of Nantucket.
first, if
The
not
career
James
S.
THE EXILES
THEOnegoodman
sultry afternoon,
With
his
An
at his side
in the air,
Were
At times
And
stooping over
all
Save a low
was
still
murmur
Of coming wind
Just as the
air
this.
first
again,
in the air
and
rain.
big rain-drop
fell,
THE
76
EXILES
Was
And
wore
In Pilate's council-hall
It told
Meekly
" Friend
The
forgiving
life is
hunted,
Are following
The
oaken
his
The goodman's
My
me
shelter here
And, leaning on
"
all.
staff,
features read.
evil
my
in
men
track;
whip
I fear,
't
Oppressed
Oh,
"
"
to take
We
Come
in, old
man
Whoever
"
?
THE
EXILES
77
in,
While
all
lightning's blaze
feet
'st
done
this day.
The
then.
pastor in.
thanks,
if forty stripes
sin."
rain.
THE
78
EXILES
He
is
worn with
Pray
let
the old
And
toil
man
rest."
knave
thee, canting
"
!
Then
"
No
priest
Shall pluck
who walks
from
The
the earth,
Made welcome
Down
fire
to
my
hearth."
matchlock, hotly
he caught
tried
By
Up
"
My
spirit is
not free
violence
prayer,
THE EXILES
"
And
Who
And
"
Beneath
his
Back on
" Come
hinges
fell.
The
As
"
!
to a horseman's saddle-bow
The
And
In Boston's crowded
jail,
tell
Brood
The
sin
shall rue."
heard,
THE EXILES
8o
"
Now,
She caught
his
"
manly arm
Macy
cried.
With
Ho
Was
music to
Above
And
A
A
at its base,
leap
The goodman
"
111
their ear.
and
there
Down
The
burly sheriff
came
"Stand,
"
Now
Bold
"
Macy answered
Whip women,
on the
then,
village green.
"
!
THE EXILES
The
came panting
priest
8i
to the shore,
Behind him,
like
some owl's
nest,
hung
"
Thy
" Vile
scoffer
Who
's
'It
priest,
Quoth Macy,
" And
" Thou
"
said
cried,
merrily
and
priest,
good-by
"
!
Now
in the
Scattered and
While
And
And
feebler
fainter
fell
came
asunder.
the rush of rain.
Upon
its
holy symbol-light
THE EXILES
82
Oh,
beautiful
that
rainbow span,
One bright
And one
By
To
The
Looked out
Upon
Deer
And Newbury's
spire
o'er
them,
and weathercock
Around
on
their left.
Plum
Island's hills
were seen.
crowned.
THE
With
skilful
The
EXILES
The
The
Cape Ann,
On
Round
isle
THE
EXILES
How
others
And how
Nantucket's
How
pale
With
Behold,
sails
Want
were spread
alternated
And
isle
As when
Beheld
Free
not written
is it
true-hearted
it
as the
Her
from the
Macy
sea.
Along her
Than
No
Nor
yielding land.
hers, at duty's
summons,
falls o'er
human
suffering
THE
EXILES
As now upon
her shore
BARCLAY OF URY
Among
earliest
tlie
and distinguished
who had
soldier,
fought under
As
Quaker,
at
None
mob
with greater
gentleman and
an occasion of
One
soldier.
uncommon
of his friends, on
who had
in his
when,
gistrates, as I
me on
my
more
honor, in
it
was
ma-
tainment in their
again, to gain
old age
I find
my
hall,
me
to public enter-
favor."
me
out
BARCLAY OF URY
P
green,
mob
Pressed the
in fury.
him the
at
Prompt
And
at
Cursed him
Yet,
Up
serving-girl,
vv^ith
Ury's gate.
he passed her.
as
calm and
Came
And,
he slowly riding;
to all he
Turning not
Came
Bits
mien,
stately
a troop with
and
bitter
word,
for chiding.
broadswords swinging.
Loose and
free
and froward
BARCLAY OF URY
90
Quoth
Push him
him
him down
Barclay
And
the old
Saw
Ho
man
a Barclay
"
!
at his side
comrade, battle
tried.
Who
Ankle deep
With
" Nay,
"
God
save us,
in Liitzen's blood.
"
?
Comrade mine,"
" Put
it
up,
said
I
Ury's lord
pray thee
Trust
I in
my
Master
Even though
He
still.
slay
Not by
me
field
me.
faith.
of death,
are needed."
BARCLAY OF URY
much
Marvelled
That
that
henchman
91
bold,
Now
" Woe 's
With
so
meekly pleaded.
the day
" he sadly
said,
And
a look of pity
Mock
lord reviled.
In his
own good
city
As we charged on
And
his
Tilly's line.
Walloon
lancers.
To
Quoth
"
like the
his gracious
Bonds and
" Give me joy
1
friend.
end,"
the Laird of
Than
"
Ury
more
stripes in
that in
Jewry
His name
BARCLAY OF URY
92
While
for
them
Shall I answer
He
sufFereth long,
" Happier
I,
with loss of
all,
in thrall,
me.
to greet
With
"When
mej
o'er,
Blessed
Through
Smiled on him
From
" Hard
Hard
who
bore renown
Hard
off.
to learn forgiving;
And His
Warm
" Through
this
living.
Up the
blackness streaking
BARCLAY OF URY
Knowing God's own time
In a patient hope
For the
full
day-breaking
Turning slow
best,
is
I rest
"
!
said,
his horse's
head
disciples of the
Word
Of thy
day of
trial
From
its
strays
Pours
its
seven-fold vial.
ear
hear.
And
Of the
Knowing
good
hereafter.
this, that
never yet
BARCLAY OF URY
94
Reap the
hill
and mead
harvests yellow.
Must
Seer,
From
rain.
morrow
THE
KING^S MISSIVE
1661
poetic license, a
of the city.
for
memorable incident
The
and not
to
Chamber.
some
in the annals
cil
The Memo-
with pardonable
The
Coun-
to
rub
THE
KING'S MISSIVE
1661
UNDER
To
the great
cove and
sloping bare
hill
lot,
Governor Endicott.
who knew no
peer
Of God,
Held
his trust
with an iron
ill
will.
And whipped
the
To
burn
man
at
own
With
" Woe
The
town.
harsh creed.
to
need
was
his eye
zeal
stern,
's
me
" he murmured
pestilent
Quakers
are in
"
at
my
every turn
path
THE
98
KING'S MISSIVE
Sowing
The
Of
this
of
in,
sin.
Did we
leave behind
Shall
I pity
them
Agag
God
did
forbid
The
Rawson
the clerk
for the
hangman's work
Brought over
in
At anchor here
With
Twice and
thrice
and
on the chamber
"
!
floor
"
Calm,
all
sedate,
THE
With
KING'S MISSIVE
man
the look of a
at ease
with
99
fate,
Came Samuel
"
An
angry hand
With
And
the proud
man
its
seal displayed.
his hat."
To
What
his subjects'
release;
be obeyed, although
shall
sorrow and
sin's increase.
You
May
are free
God
And,
like
jail
was open
'
passed,
Was
cast,
And
own
unknown."
gray-locked men.
THE
100
And
the
little
KING'S MISSIVE
maid from
And
New
Netherlands
went,
own
dear.
life
One moment
On
beside.
And much
fear,
scourged
way
Not
fight,
The autumn
in vain
With
side.
Have ye borne
to look
Common
Ye
haze lay
soft
and
bound
"
!
still
Broad
With
in the
its
its
arms
And
Blue
THE
KING'S MISSIVE
loi
And
And
The
of pale star-mist,
But
as they
The
With deep
On
who
Through
Quakers saw
God
had wrought.
town
down
Some with
Some with
jeer.
One
scoffing
pity
and brutal
Men
"
No
more
The
The
of Boston, give
shall
bolts of
innocent blood
the praise
call
down
Is dear to all,
"
God
I see
and to
all is
due.
When
THE
102
KING'S MISSIVE
home,
praise."
The
Puritan
To
And
spirit,
strong.
truth aright.
perishing not.
as
was
their
as
issued
The
their
killed
by the Indians.
after,
he was
Rowley y Ipsivich^ JVenham^ Lynn, Boston, Roxbury, Dedham, and until these -vagabond Sluakers are carried out of
this jurisdiction.
them
Richard Waldron.
Dated
at Dover,
December
22, 1662.
Hampton.
obey
ple,
it.
He
who were
man in
Merrimac, who stood
of Major
ley of the
far
of
his
and an opponent of
advance
ecclesiastical authority.
manly
in
letter to the
to
He
THE
Hardened
to ice
on
its
fall
rocky wall,
dawn,
drawn
And
The
Froze
as
Priest
and
it
ruler,
And from
"God
"We
is
suffer for
The wrong
We
for all
men
died
We
Him who
whom
; ;
io6
On
Vengeance
" In the
is
sure,
beneath
With
it
tarry long.
it
see
a proud roof-tree
an old
stains of blood
man
on
his
lying dead.
hoary head."
The
we
light
And
though
wrong
'*
harder
still
Who
their
way.
Of
"
!
bay,
beat
The
last a
blast
And
meeting-house came
on
his
view
the boys of
"The Quakers
town.
in
way
"
The
107
With
her child
The grandam
at
her breast
murmur
Quoth the
"
No
Good
folks,"
They have
Then
With
"
cried.
is
due.
a pallid
her
hearts
a parching throat.
'11
take your
cow
For
And
She
fines, as
Then on
" they
know."
a weariful
way;
io8
By
The
Drop
With shame
The
in his eye
town
sundown.
pitying Night,
and wrath on
Cursed
is
he
who
foul
and red
Of all
strike
Pike.
his
his feet
he
set
From our
best.
He
his lip
He
sight
precincts
under
light.
These convey
morning
"
God judge
my foot
way
the brute
"
No
warrant
is
it, all
men
let
109
them go;
shall
know
in Salisbury
town
a primal instinct
Of human
owned
the right
the
slept.
yeoman kept
The
tale
When
And
is
souls
one of an
were
evil time.
fettered
its
breath
What
death
prophesied,
no
And
The
words
rarely
answered back
jail
woman,
at ease in these
happier days,
sister's
ways
know,
feet.