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So, with its cloudy walls of chrysolite, jasper,

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

uplifted Glimmered the golden reed of the angel who

measured the city.

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

claimed in his wild exultation, “ Welcome, 0 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 fore

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

fever within me !"

Like an awakened conscience, the sea was

moaning 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

pleadings of duty ! “ Is it my fault,” he said, “ that the maiden

has chosen between us ? Is it my fault that he failed, - my fault that I

am 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 temp

tation of Satan!"

Then, uplifting his head, he looked at the

sea, and beheld there Dimly the shadowy form of the May Flower

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!” Clear and distinct, but not loud, in the dripping

air of the twilight. Still for a moment he stood, and listened, and

stared at the vessel,

Then went hurriedly on, as one who, seeing a

phantom, Stops, then quickens his pace, and follows the

beckoning shadow. “ Yes, it is plain to me now," he murmured;

66 the hand of the Lord is Leading me out of the land of darkness, the

bondage of error, Through the sea, that shall lift the walls of its

waters around me, Hiding me, cutting me off, from the cruel

thoughts that pursue me. Back will I go o'er the ocean, this dreary land

will abandon, Her whom I may not love, and him whom my

heart has offended. Better to be in my grave in the green old

churchyard in England, Close by my mother's side, and among the dust

of my kindred;

Better be dead and forgotten, than living in

shame and dishonor!

Sacred and safe and unseen, in the dark of the

narrow chamber With me my secret shall lie, like a buried jew

el that glimmers Bright on the hand that is dust, in the cham

bers of silence and darkness, Yes, as the marriage ring of the great espou

sal hereafter ! "

Thus as he spake, he turned, in the strength

of his strong resolution, Leaving behind him the shore, and hurried

along in the twilight, Through the congenial gloom of the forest

silent and sombre, Till he beheld the lights in the seven houses of

Plymouth,

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