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Into the open air John Alden, perplexed and be

wildered, Rushed like a man insane, and wandered alone by

the seaside; Paced up and down the sands, and bared his head

to the east wind, Cooling his heated brow, and the fire and fever

within him. Slowly as out of the heavens, with apocalyptical

splendors, Sank the City of God, in the vision of John the

Apostle, So, with its cloudy walls of chrysolite, jasper, and

sapphire, Sank the broad red sun, and over its turrets up

lifted Glimmered the golden reed of the angel who meas

ured the city.

"Welcome, O wind of the East!” he exclaimed

in his wild exultation, “Welcome, O wind of the East, from the caves of

the misty Atlantic! Blowing o'er fields of dulse, and measureless

meadows of sea grass, Blowing o'er rocky wastes, and the grottos and

gardens of ocean! Lay thy cold, moist hand on my burning forehead,

and wrap me Close in thy garments of mist, to allay the fever

within me!”

Like an awakened conscience, the sea was moan

ing and tossing, Beating remorseful and loud the mutable sands of

the sea shore. Fierce in his soul was the struggle and tumult of

passions contending; Love triumphant and crowned, and friendship

wounded and bleeding, Passionate cries of desire, and importunate plead

ings of duty ! "Is it my fault,” he said, "that the maiden has Is it my fault that he failed,—my fault that I am

chosen between us?

the victor?” Then within him there thundered a voice, like the

voice of the Prophet: "It hath displeased the Lord !”—and he thought of

David's transgression, Bathsheba's beautiful face, and his friend in the

front of the battle! Shame and confusion of guilt, and abasement and

self-condemnation, Overwhelmed him at once; and he cried in the

deepest contrition : “It hath displeased the Lord! It is the temptation

of Satan!"

Then, uplifting his head, he looked at the sea,

and beheld there Dimly the shadowy form of the Mayflower riding

at anchor, Rocked on the rising tide, and ready to sail on the

morrow; Heard the voices of men through the mist, the

rattle of cordage Thrown on the deck, the shouts of the mate, and

the sailors' “Ay, ay, Sir!"

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