Nor doth the watchful sailor stand Alert to strike, harpoon in hand. Upon the deck assembled, old and young, Bareheaded all in reverence, see them there; Behold where, hoisted half-mast high, The English flag hangs mournfully; And hark! what solemn sounds are these Heard in the silence of the seas? "Man that is born of woman, short his time, Ne'er from a voice more eloquent did prayer Even from the hardy seaman's eyes a tear. A female voice of anguish then brake forth In that religious effort gain'd relief. Again was heard the Preacher's earnest voice: It bade the righteous in their faith rejoice, Their sure and certain hope in Christ; for blest In Him are they, who from their labours rest. It rose into a high thanksgiving strain, And praised the Lord, who from a world of pain Had now been pleased to set his servant free; Hasten thy kingdom, Lord, that all may rest in Thee! In manhood's fairest prime was he who pray'd, For scarce two months had fill'd their short career Now in the grace of God dismiss'd, They separate as they may, To narrow limits of the ship confined: Nor did the impression lightly pass away, Even from the unreflecting sailor's mind. They pitied that sweet Maiden, there bereft, Alone on shipboard among strangers left. They spake of that young Preacher, day by day How while the fever held its fatal course, He minister'd at the patient sufferer's side, Holding of faith and hope his high discourse; And how, when all had join'd in humble prayer, She solemnly confided to his care, Till to her Father's hands she could be given, Her child forlorn, - and blest him ere she died. They call'd to mind, how peaceful, how serene, Like one who seem'd already half in Heaven, After that act she yielded up her breath; And sure they wish'd their end like her's, And for a comforter like him in death. II. THE VOYAGE. THE maiden on her narrow bed To needful solitude hath fled; He who perform'd the funeral prayer Leans o'er the vessel's head, and there Contemplating the sea and sky, He muses of eternity. The Captain paces to and fro The deck with steady step and slow, And at his side a passenger, Conversing as they go. Their talk was of that Maid forlorn, ween, The mournful service of the morn, And the young man, whose voice of heartfelt faith Breathed hope and comfort o'er the bed of death. "Captain," quoth Randolph, "you have borne, Ere this, I ween, to Boston's shore, Saints by the dozen, and the score: But if he preach as he can pray, The Boston men will bless the day On which you brought this treasure o'er: A youth like him they well may call A Son of thunder, or a second Paul." Thereat the Captain smiled, and said, "Oh hang the broad face and round head, Hard as iron, and heavy as lead! I have whistled for a wind ere now, And thought it cheap to crack a sail, If it sent the canting breed below. Jonah was three days in the whale, But I have had fellows here, I trow, With lungs of brazen power, Who would not fail to preach a whale Dead sick in half an hour. One Sunday, when on the Banks we lay, These Roundheads, think ye, what did they? Because, they said, 't was the Sabbath day, And hallow'd by the Lord, They took the fish, which their servants caught, And threw them overboard. Newman is made of different clay; He walks in his own quiet way: And yet beneath that sober mien Gleams of a spirit may be seen, Which show what temper lies supprest Within his meek and unambitious breast: He seemeth surely one of gentle seed, Whose sires for many an age were wont to lead In courts and councils, and in camps to bleed." Randolph replied, "He rules his tongue too well Ever of those from whom he sprung to tell : Whatever rank they once possess'd In camps and councils, is, I ween, suppress'd In prudent silence. Little love that pair Could to the royal Martyr bear, Be sure, who named their offspring Oliver. You have mark'd that volume, over which he seems To pore and meditate, like one who dreams, Pondering upon the page with thought intense, That nought, which passes round him, can from thence His fix'd attention move: He carries it about his person still, Nor lays it from him for a moment's time. At my request, one day, with no good will, He lent it me: what, think ye, did it prove? A rigmarole of verses without rhyme, About the apple, and the cause of sin, By the blind old traitor Milton! and within, Upon the cover, he had written thus, As if some saintly relic it had been, Which the fond owner gloried in possessing: Given me by my most venerable friend, The author, with his blessing!"" Sits the wind there! CAPTAIN. And it was worth the special care of Heaven; The dreadful Alps, coeval with himself: Her silent revolutions, Milton's mind I fear, by birth and breeding: I perceive it With sorrow, seeing on how fair a stock The unlucky graft is set. CAPTAIN. Why then, alas They have hid among them the two regicides, Where the scent lay. But earth them as they will, For that poor Annabel! if she must have Of fair possessions, friends, and native land! CAPTAIN. There hath been Much wholesome sickness thrown away, Sir Randolph, RANDOLPH. Nay, it rises in me As I draw near their shores. RANDOLPH. I know her Father's temper, True as his own Toledo to the cause Wherein they both were tried, Nor will neglect, CAPTAIN. 'Tis well the Youth Thinks less of earth than Heaven, and hath his heart More with the Angels than on human love: But if such thoughts and hopes have enter'd it, As would some forty years ago have found Quick entrance, and warm welcome too, in mine, His ugly baptism may mar all, and make him Breathe maledictions on his Godfathers, Though old Nol himself were one. RANDOLPH. Howbeit 'twill win him Oh they love dearly one of the precious seed! CAPTAIN. Why then, look shortly For a sharp fit; for, if the sky tell true, Anon we shall have wind, and to our wish. So spake the Captain, for his eye, Such as a lion's paw might leave The dog-vane now blows out with its light feathers; Blest with fair seas, and favourable skies, O thou fair creature of the human hand! As strength again to those broad wings is given, Or Lisbon welcomed to her joyful quay From her Brazilian land of gems and gold: Thou carriest pious hope, and pure desires, 'Twas a land But not green fields or pastures. Of pines and sand; Dark pines, that from the loose and sparkling soil Rose in their strength aspiring: far and wide They sent their searching roots on every side, And thus, by depth and long extension, found Firm hold and grasp within that treacherous ground: So had they risen and flourish'd; till the earth, Unstable as its neighbouring ocean there, Like an unnatural mother, heap'd around Their trunks its wavy furrows white and high; And stifled thus the living things it bare. Half buried thus they stand, Their summits sere and dry, Marking, like monuments, the funeral mound; As when the masts of some tall vessel show Where, on the fatal shoals, a wreck lies whelm'd below. Such was the ungenial earth; nor was the air A noisome taint upon the breath it bore; Oliver, as they approach'd, said thoughtfully; "It was within this bay That they, into the wilderness who bore The seeds of English faith and liberty, First set their feet upon the shore. Here they put in, escaping from the rage Of tempests, and by treacherous pilotage Led, as it seem'd to fallible men, astray: But God was with them; and the Providence Which errs not, had design'd his people's way." "A blessed day for England had it been," Randolph exclaim'd, "had Providence thought good, If the whole stern round-headed brotherhood Had follow'd, man and woman great and small; New England might have prosper'd with the brood, Or seas and sharks been welcome to them all." "Alas, how many a broken family Hath felt that bitter wish!" the Youth replied; And, as he spake, he breathed a silent sigh. "The wounded heart is prone to entertain Presumptuous thoughts and feelings, which arraign The appointed course of things. But what are we, Short-sighted creatures of an hour, That we should judge? In part alone we see, And this but dimly. He, who ordereth all, Beholdeth all, at once, and to the end: Upon His wisdom and His power, His mercy and His boundless love, we rest; And resting thus in humble faith, we know, Whether the present be for weal or woe, For us whatever is must needs be best." Thus, while he spake, the boat had reach'd the land; Glad of some lawful business, that may break But, from the stir of that loquacious crew, Oliver meantime apart from all withdrew. Beyond the bare and sapless pines, which stood Half-overwhelm'd with sand, 'He pass'd, and entering in the wood, Indulged his burthen'd heart in solitude. "Thou Earth! receive me, from my native land An unoffending exile! Hear my claim ! In search of wealth I have not sought thy shore, Nor covetous of fame, Nor treading in the ambitious steps of power; But hiding from the world a hapless name, And sacrificing all She led him hastily toward a shed, Deep, but not loud,—an utterance that express'd Lay basking in the sun too young was she At this abhorred sight, Had there been place for aught But pity, half-relieved by indignation, |