THE BALLAD OF CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK. "Oh! weak, deluded maiden !-by crazy fancies led With wild and raving railers an evil path to tread ; 99 To leave a wholesome worship, and teaching pure and sound; To mate with maniac women, loose-haired and sack-cloth bound. "Mad scoffers of the priesthood, who mock at things divine, "And what a fate awaits thee ?-a sadly toiling slave, Dragging the slowly lengthening chain of bondage to the grave! Think of thy woman's nature, subdued in hopeless thrall, Oh!-ever as the Tempter spoke, and feeble Nature's fears I thought of Paul and Silas, within Philippi's cell, And how from Peter's sleeping limbs the prison-shackles fell, 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. 794529 A 100 THE BALLAD OF CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK. Slow broke the gray cold morning; again the sunshine fell, Flecked with the shade of bar and grate within my lonely cell; The hoar frost 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; "Oh, Lord! support thy handmaid; and from her soul cast out The fear of man, which brings a snare--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 words like these : "Though thy earth be as the iron, and thy heaven a brazen wall, Trust still His loving kindness whose power is over all." We paused at length, where at my feet the sunlit waters broke 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, THE BALLAD OF CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK. And on his horse, with Rawson, his cruel clerk at hand, 101 And poisoning with his evil words the ruler's ready car, 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, Dark lowered 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 child!" But gray heads shook, and young brows knit, the while the sheriff read That law the wicked rulers against the poor have made, Then to the stout sea-captains the sheriff turning said: 102 THE BALLAD OF CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK. 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, "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?" 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 released." THE BALLAD OF CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK. 103 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, 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, oh, 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 flocks to ravish and devour: But let the humble ones arise,-the poor in heart be glad, wave, And tamed the Chaldean lions, is mighty still to save! |