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THE TENT ON THE BEACH


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So passed

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THE TENT
ON THE BEACH
AND DRAMATIC
LYRICS

BY JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER


WITH ILLUSTRATIONS
FROM DESIGNS BY CHARLES H. WOODBURY
AND MARCIA O. WOODBURY

BOSTON AND NEW YORK


HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
1899

COPYRIGHT,

1899,

BY HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

NOTE

THE

simple device which Mr. Whittier em-

ployed for framing some of his most characteristic

pictures in verse of

itself a delightful

sketch of

This poetical picnic


actual fact, and

Hampton

of gray sand
is

the screen.
it is

summer
group of

background of ocean and stretches


once suggest tableaux vivants, and

the figures in the scene themselves

scenes and dramatic incidents upon

The whole

conception

most natural for two

gether, to reflect

of their

The

the added charm, as of a play within a play,

when we have
projecting new
that

in

but slightly removed from

or Salisbury Beach.

at

is

more than one poem of Mr. Whit-

friends, the great

there

and nature

reminiscent of gatherings in the

tier's is

at

is

life

human companionship.

art,

some of

is

artists,

so pictorial

working

to-

these images in the mirror

and Mr. and Mrs. Woodbury have

thus added their grace to the poet's invention.

The poems which


might

easily

friends

more

have been added are such as

have been told had the poet and

pitched their tent again, or been a

reluctant to strike

holiday.

it

at

his

little

the close of their

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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So passed the Quakers through Boston town


(page 102)

Frontispiece

Pitched their white tent where sea-winds blew

" Oho " she muttered, " ye 're brave today "

14

Deepest of

And

all

mysteries,

the saddest, silence

"Lead

Out

The

the church

....

the

was wellnigh done

ghost of what was once a ship

Thev burned

24

will see to

go, as to the slaughter led"

Into the forest they held their

42

56

62

ours"

68

...

way

38

50

wreck of the Palatine

"Let God do His work, we


"I

of these fancies wild"

In the shadow of the ash

Now

is

her out of this evil shadow,

80
106

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

can scarcely be necessary to name

It

companions

whom

as the

two

reckoned with myself in

this

poetical picnic. Fields the lettered magnate,

and

Taylor the

The

cosmopolite.

free

long line of

sandy beach which defines almost the whole of the

New Hampshire sea-coast is especially marked near


its

by the salt-meadows of

southern extremity

Hampton.
these

meadows, and

imagine
also

The

The Hampton

my

River winds through

the reader

may,

tent pitched near

was the scene of

the

its

buryport

is

its

Great Boar's

banks.

[Mr. Whittier

it

as too

origi-

Decameron method

that each person read his

but abandoned

New-

above brown roofs and

nally designed following the

and feigning

is

the Merrimac, with

lifting its steeples

green trees on

he choose,

Wreck of Rivermouth^

green bluff to the northward

Head; southward

if

mouth, where

hackneyed.]

own poem,

THE TENT ON THE BEACH


WOULD not

Too

sin, in this half-playful strain,

perhaps for serious years, though

light

born

Of the

enforced leisure of slow pain,

Against the pure ideal which has drawn

My feet to follow its far-shining gleam.


A simple plot mine legends and runes
is

Of

credulous days, old fancies that have lain

Silent

from boyhood taking voice again.

Warmed

into life

once more, even

That, frozen

in the fabled

Thawed

sound

Of

into

a winter fireside

dawns and sunsets by the summer

Whose

dream

sea.

sands are traversed by a silent throng

Of voyagers from that vaster


Of which is an emblem;
Memory

mystery

and

it

To

as the tunes

hunting-horn,

of one

who might have

the dear

tuned

my

song

sweeter music by her delicate ear.

When

heats as of a tropic clime

Burned

Three

all

our inland valleys through.

friends, the guests of

summer

time.

Pitched their white tent where sea-winds blew.

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

Behind them, marshes, seamed and crossed

With narrow

creeks, and flower-embossed.

Stretched to the dark oak wood, whose leafy arms

Screened from the stormy East the pleasant inland


farms.

At

full

of tide their bolder shore

Of sun-bleached
At

ebb, a

sand the waters beat

smooth and glistening

They touched
Northward

with

light,

floor

receding

feet.

a green bluff broke the chain

Of sand-hills southward stretched a plain


Of salt grass, with a river winding down.
;

Sail-whitened,

town,

and

beyond

the

steeples

Whence sometimes, when the wind was


And dull the thunder of the beach.
They heard the bells of morn and night
Swing, miles away, their

Above low

They saw
And, the

The

of

the

light

silver speech.

scarp and turf-grown wall

the fort-flag rise and

first star

fall

to signal twilight's hour.

lamp-fire glimmer

down from

the

house tower.

They rested there, escaped awhile


From cares that wear the life away,

tall

light-

THE TENT ON THE BEACH


To

eat the lotus of the Nile

And

To

drink the poppies of Cathay,

fling their loads

of custom down,

Like drift-weed, on the sand-slopes brown,

And

Of

in the

sea-waves drown the restless pack

duties, claims,

and needs that barked upon

their

track.

One, with

his

beard scarce silvered, bore

ready credence in his looks,

magnate, lording o'er

lettered

An

ever-widening realm of books.

In him brain-currents, near and

Converged

The
And

as in a

Ley den

old, dead authors

far.

jar

thronged him round about.

from leathern graves

Elzevir's gray ghosts

looked out.

He knew

each living pundit well,

Could weigh the

And

Of poet
But

gifts

of him or her,

well the market value

if

he

tell

and philosopher.

lost,

the scenes behind.

Somewhat of reverence vague and


Finding the actors human

No

readier lips
fessed.

at

blind,

the best.

than his the good he saw con-

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

His boyhood fancies not outgrown,

He

loved himself the singer's art;

Tenderly, gently, by

He knew

No

his

own

and judged an author's

heart.

Rhadamanthine brow of doom

Bowed the dazed pedant from his room


And bards, whose name is legion, if denied,
Bore off

alike intact their verses

Pleasant

it

was

to

and

their pride.

roam about

The lettered world as he had done,


And see the lords of song without
Their singing robes and garlands on.

With Wordsworth
Taste rugged

And

paddle Rydal mere,

Elliott's

home-brewed

with the ears of Rogers,

Hear Garrick's buskined

beer.

at fourscore.

tread and Walpole's wit

once more.

And one there was, a dreamer born.


Who, with a mission to fulfil,
Had left the Muses' haunts to turn
The crank of an opinion-mill,
Making his rustic reed of song
weapon in the war with wrong.
Yoking his fancy to the breaking-plough
That beam-deep turned the soil for truth

and grow.

to spring

THE TENT ON THE BEACH


Too quiet seemed the man to ride
The winged HippogrifF Reform
Was his a voice from side to side

To

pierce the tumult of the storm

silent, shy,

He

To

seemed no

hold his

The

vi'ay

peace-loving man,
fiery partisan

against the public frown.

ban of Church and State, the

mob'

fierce

hounding down.

For while he wrought with strenuous

will

The work his hands had found to do.


He heard the fitful music still
Of winds that out of dream-land blew.
The din about him could not drown
What the strange voices whispered down
Along

The

his task-field

visionary

pomp

of stately phantoms stepped.

The common air was thick with dreams,


He told them to the toiling crowd
Such music
Sang
In

He
And,

To

still,

as the

in his ear

weird processions swept.

woods and streams


he sang aloud

shut bays, on

windy capes,

heard the call of beckoning shapes.


as the gray old

shadows prompted him.

homely moulds of rhyme he shaped


grim.

their legend

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

He rested now his weary hands.


And lightly moralized and laughed,
As, tracing on the shifting sands

burlesque of his paper-craft,

He saw

the careless waves o'errun

His words, as time before had done.

Each

day's tide-water washing clean away.

Like

letters

And

from the sand, the work of yesterday.

one, whose Arab face was tanned

By

tropic sun and boreal frost.

So travelled there was scarce

Or

people

In idling

The
And in

left

him

a land

to exhaust,

mood had from him

hurled

poor squeezed orange of the world.


the tent-shade, sat beneath a palm.

Smoked, cross-legged

like

Turk,

in

Oriental

calm.

The

very waves that washed the sand

Below him, he had seen before


Whitening the Scandinavian strand

And sultry Mauritanian shore.


From ice-rimmed isles, from summer

seas

Palm-fringed, they bore him messages

He heard the plaintive Nubian


And mule-bells tinkling down
of Spain.

songs again.
the mountain-paths

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

His memory round the ransacked earth

On
And,

Puck's long girdle

slid at

ease

instant, to the valley's girth

Of mountains,

spice isles of the seas,

Faith flowered in minster stones. Art's guess

At truth and beauty, found access


Yet loved the while, that free cosmopolite,
Old friends, old ways, and kept his boyhood's
;

dreams

Untouched

That

No

in sight.

as yet

by wealth and pride,

virgin innocence of beach

shingly monster, hundred-eyed,

Stared

its

gray sand-birds out of reach

Unhoused, save where,

The
Where

at intervals.

white tents showed their canvas walls.


brief sojourners, in the cool, soft air.

Forgot their inland heats, hard

toil,

and year-long

care.

Sometimes along the wheel-deep sand

one-horse wagon slowly crawled.

Deep

laden with a youthful band.

Whose

look some homestead old recalled

Brother perchance, and

sisters

twain.

And one whose blue eyes told, more


Than the free language of her rosy lip.

Of the

still

plain

dearer claim of love's relationship.

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10

With cheeks of russet-orchard tint,


The light laugh of their native rills,

The perfume of their garden's mint,


The breezy freedom of the hills,
They bore, in unrestrained delight.
The motto of the Garter's knight.
Careless as

Hid by

from every gazing thing

if

their innocence, as

Gyges by

his ring.

The clanging sea-fowl came and went.


The hunter's gun in the marshes rang;
At

nightfall

from a neighboring tent

flute-voiced

woman

sweetly sang.

Loose-haired, barefooted, hand-in-hand.

Young girls went tripping down


And youths and maidens, sitting in

the sand
the

moon.

Dreamed o'er the old fond dream from which we


wake too soon.
At times

their fishing-lines they plied.

With an

old Triton at the oar,

Salt as the sea-wind,

As

a lean

tough and dried

cusk from Labrador.

Strange tales he told of wreck and storm,

Had seen the sea-snake's awful form.


And heard the ghosts on Haley's Isle complain.
Speak him off shore, and beg a passage
Spain

to

old

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

ii

And there, on breezy morns, they saw


The fishing-schooners outward run,
Their low-bent

sails in

Turned white
Sometimes,

in

tack and flaw

or dark to shade and sun.

calms of closing day.

They watched the spectral mirage play.


Saw low, far islands looming tall and nigh.

And

ships, with

upturned keels,

sail like

a sea the

sky.

Sometimes a cloud, with thunder black.


Stooped low upon the darkening main,
Piercing the waves along

its

track

With the slant javelins of rain.


And when west-wind and sunshine warm
Chased out to sea

its

wrecks of storm.

They saw the prismy hues in thin


Where the green buds of waves

spray showers
burst into white

froth flowers.

And when along the line of shore


The mist crept upward chill and damp,
Stretched, careless, on their sandy floor

Beneath the

They

talked of

Read,

slept,

And

in the

Body and

flaring lantern
all

lamp.

things old and

and dreamed

as idlers

new.
do

unquestioned freedom of the tent.

o'er-taxed

mind

to healthful ease unbent.

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12

Once, when the sunset splendors

died.

And, trampling up the sloping sand.


In lines outreaching far and wide,

The white-maned
Dim seen across the

billows swept to land,

gathering shade,

vast and ghostly cavalcade.

They

sat

around their lighted kerosene.

Hearing the deep bass roar

their every

pause be-

tween.

Then.) urged thereto, the Editor

Within

his full portfolio dipped.

Feigning excuse while searching for

(With

secret pride) his manuscript.

His pale face flushed from eye

to beard.

With nervous cough

he cleared,

And,

The

in a voice so

his throat

tremulous

it

betrayed

anxious fondness of an author's heart, he read

THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH


RivERMOUTH Rocks are fair to see,
By dawn or sunset shone across.

When the ebb of the sea has left them free


To dry their fringes of gold-green moss

comes winding down.


sea-meadows and uplands brown,

For there the

From

salt

river

THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH


And waves on
Shout to

And

"Welcome home "

waters,

its

fair are

afoam

the outer rocks

the sunny isles in view

East of the grisly

And Agamenticus

Head of

lifts its

the Boar,

blue

Disk of a cloud the woodlands

And

southerly,

when

the tide

is

o'er;

down,

'Twixt white sea-waves and sand-hills brown.

The

beach-birds dance and the gray gulls wheel

Over

Once,

a floor of burnished steel.

in the old

Two
A

Colonial days.

hundred years ago and more,

boat sailed

down through

Of Hampton
Full of a goodly
Sailing out

the winding

company

on the summer

sea,

Veering to catch the land-breeze

With

In

the Boar to left and the

light.

Rocks

to right.

Hampton meadows, where mowers


Their scythes

" Ah, well-a-day

ways

River to that low shore.

laid

swaths of salted grass,


"
our hay must be made

to the
!

A young man sighed, who saw them pass.


Loud laughed his fellows to see him stand
Whetting

his scythe

with a

listless

hand.

13

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14

Hearing a voice

Watching

in a far-ofF song,

hand beckoning long.

a white

" Fie on the witch " cried a merry girl,


As they rounded the point where Goody Cole *
!

Sat by her door with her wheel atv/irl,

bent and blear-eyed poor old soul.

* The Goody Cole who

figures in this

Changel'mg was Eunice Cole,


tury or

more was

who

for a quarter of a cen-

feared, persecuted,

witch of Hampton.

poem and The

She lived alone

and hated

as the

in a hovel a litde

distant

from the spot where the Hampton Academy

stands,

and there she died, unattended.

was discovered, she was

When

covered up

hastily

in

now

her death
the earth

near by, and a stake driven through her body, to exorcise

Rev. Stephen Bachiler or Batchelder was

the evil spirit.

one of the ablest of the early

His marriage
church

late

in

life

as disreputable

to a

New

England preachers.

woman

regarded by his

induced him to return to England,

where he enjoyed the esteem and


well during the Protectorate.

favor of Oliver

Crom-

[When Goody Cole was

brought before the Quarter Sessions in 1680 to answer to


the charge of being a witch, the court could not find
factory evidence of witchcraft, but so strong

was

satis-

the feel-

ing against her that Major Waldron, the presiding magistrate,

ordered her to be imprisoned with a lock kept on

her leg

at the pleasure

one can read the


at large.]

fear

of the court.

and

In such judicial action

vindictive spirit of the

community

" Oho

J "

she muttered, "/^

^re

brave to-day/"**

THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH


"

Oho

But
'

The

For

hear the

little

're

brave to-day

waves laugh and

broth will be cold that waits

it 's

" She
I

" she muttered, " ye

'm scary always

Her wicked

And

say,

home

one to go, but another to come


cursed," said the skipper

's

at

15

"

'

" speak her

fair

to see her shake

head, with

its

wild gray hair.

nose like a hawk, and eyes like a snake."

But merrily

still,

with laugh and shout.

From Hampton River

the boat sailed out.

Till the huts and the flakes on Star seemed nigh,

And

they lost the scent of the pines of Rye.

They dropped

their lines in the lazy tide.

Drawing up haddock and mottled cod


They saw not the Shadow that walked beside.
;

They

heard not the feet with silence shod.

But thicker and thicker

a hot mist grew.

Shot by the lightnings through and through;

And
Ran

muffled growls, like the growl of a beast.

along the sky from west to east.

Then

the

skipper

looked

from

the

darkening

sea

Up

to the

dimmed and wading sun

But he spake

"Yet

there

like a
is

brave

man

cheerily,

time for our homeward run."

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i6

Veering and tacking, they backward wore

And

The
The
"

As

from the woods ashore

just as a breath

Blew out

to whisper of danger past,

wrath of the storm came down


skipper hauled at the heavy

God

at last

sail

be our help " he only cried,


!

the roaring gale, like the stroke of a

Smote the boat on

The

its

Shoalsmen looked, but saw alone

Dark films of rain-cloud


Wild rocks lit up by the

The

flail,

starboard side.

strife

lightning's glare,

and torment of sea and

Goody Cole looked

The

slantwise blown.

Isles

air.

out from her door

of Shoals were drowned and gone,

Scarcely she saw the

Head of

the Boar

Toss the foam from tusks of

stone.

She clasped her hands with a grip of pain.

The

tear

" They

on her cheek was not of


are

crew
Lord, forgive

lost,"

she

rain

muttered,

" boat

me

my

words were true

"
!

Suddenly seaward swept the squall

The low sun smote through cloudy rack


The Shoals stood clear in the light, and all
The trend of the coast lay hard and black.
;

THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH


But

far

No

life

The

as eye could reach,

boat that went out at morning never

Sailed

and wide

was seen upon wave or beach

back again into Hampton River.

mower,

lean

Look from

on thy bended snath.

the

meadows green and low

The wind of the sea is a waft of death.


The waves are singing a song of woe
By silent river, by moaning sea,
Long and

vain shall thy watching be

Never again

shall the

Never the white hand

sweet voice
rise

and

Ye saw

in the light

faces looking

call,

fall

Rivermouth Rocks, how sad a

Dead

sight

of breaking day

up cold and white

From sand and seaweed where they lay.


The mad old witch-wife wailed and wept.
And cursed the tide as it backward crept
:

" Crawl back, crawl back, blue water-snake


Leave your dead for the hearts that break "

Solemn

it

was

in that old

day

Hampton town and its log-built


Where side by side the coffins lay
In

And

church,

the mourners stood in aisle and porch.

17

::

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i8

In the singing-seats young eyes were dim,

The
And

voices faltered that raised the

Sobbed through

But

his prayer

and wept

in turn.

his ancient colleague did not pray

Under

He

hymn,

Father Dalton, grave and stern,

the w^eight of his fourscore years

stood apart with the iron-gray

Of his
And

strong brows knitted to hide his tears

woman

a fair-faced

Linking her

own

of doubtful fame.

with his honored name,

Subtle as sin, at his side withstood

The

felt

reproach of her neighborhood.

Apart with them,

like

them

Old Goody Cole looked

forbid.

drearily round,

As, two by two, with their faces hid.

The mourners walked


"

to the burying-ground.

the staff from her clasped hands fall


"
Lord, forgive us we 're sinners all

She

let

And

the voice of the old

" Amen "


!

man answered

said Father Bachiler.

So, as I sat upon Appledore

summer day,
Hampton shore

In the calm of a closing

And

the broken

lines

of

In purple mist of cloudland

lay.

her

THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH


The Rivermouth Rocks their
And waves aglow with sunset

19

story told

gold,

Rising and breaking in steady chime,

Beat the rhythm and kept the time.

And the
With

sunset paled, and

warmed once more

a softer, tenderer after-glow

In the east was moon-rise, with boats ofF-shore

And sails in the distance drifting slow.


The beacon glimmered from Portsmouth bar,
The White Isle kindled its great red star
And life and death in my old-time lay
Mingled

in

peace like the night and day

"Well "
!

said the

Is really not

As

ill

Man

of Books, "your story

told in verse.

the Celt said of purgatory.

One might go farther and fare worse."


The Reader smiled and once again
;

With

steadier voice took

up

his strain.

While

the fair singer from the neighboring tent

Drew

near,
bent.

and

at

his

side

graceful

listener

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

20

THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE


Where

the Great Lake's sunny smiles

Dimple round

And

hundred

its

isles,

the mountain's granite ledge

Cleaves the water like a wedge,

Ringed about with smooth, gray stones.


Rest the giant's mighty bones.*
Close beside,

Laughs and

in

shade and gleam.

ripples

Melvin stream

Melvin water, mountain-born.


All fair flowers

its

banks adorn

All the woodland voices meet.

Mingling with

murmurs

its

sweet.

Over lowlands forest-grown.


Over waters island-strown.
Over silver-sanded beach.
Leaf-locked bay and misty reach,

Melvin stream and burial-heap,

Watch and ward


* At
into

the

mouth of

Moultonboro Bay

mound.

The

the mountains keep.

the Melvin River,


in

Ossipee Indians had their

neighborhood of the bay, which

with

fish,

found.

which empties

Lake Winnipesaukee,

and many

relics

is

is

home

plentifully

a great
in

the

stocked

of their occupation have been

THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE


Who

that

Titan cromlech

fills ?

Forest-kaiser, lord o' the hills

Knight who on the birchen


Carved

his savage heraldry

tree

pine-wood temples dim,

Priest o' the

Prophet, sage, or wizard grim

Rugged type of primal man.

Grim

utilitarian.

Loving woods

Lake and

for

hunt and prowl.

hill for fish

and fowl.

As

the

To

the grand and beautiful

brown bear

blind and dull

Not for him the lesson drawn


From the mountains smit with dawn.
Star-rise, moon-rise, flowers of May,
Sunset's purple

Took

his life

bloom of day,

no hue from thence.

Poor amid such affluence

Haply unto

hill

and tree

All too near akin was he

Unto him who

stands afar

Nature's marvels greatest are

Who

the mountain purple seeks

Must not climb

the higher peaks.

21

THE TENT ON THE BEACH


Yet who knows,

in

Or the midnight
What revealings

of the camp.

winter tramp,

faint

and

far.

down from moon and


in that human clod
Thought of destiny and God?
Stealing

star,

Kindled

Stateliest forest patriarch,

Grand

in robes

of skin and bark,

What
What
What

weird funeral-rites, were his

Now,

whate'er he

sepulchral mysteries.
?

sharp wail, what drear lament.


Back scared wolf and eagle sent ?

Low

On

he

his

There

lies as

mound

may have
other men

been.

the partridge drums.

the noisy blue-jay

comes

Rank nor name nor pomp

has he

In the grave's democracy.

Part thy blue

Moss-grown
Tell the

Thou,

tale,

lips,

Northern lake!

rocks, your silence break

thou ancient tree

too, slide-worn Ossipee

Speak, and

tell

Lived and died

how and when


this king of men
us

THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE


Wordless moans the ancient pine

Lake and mountain


Vain

give no sign

to trace this ring of stones

Vain the search of crumbling bones


Deepest of

And

all

mysteries,

the saddest, silence

is.

Nameless, noteless, clay with clay

Mingles slowly day by day

But somewhere,

That dark soul


Somewhere yet

Moves

for

is

good or

living

ill,

still

that atom's force

the light-poised universe.

Strange that on his burial-sod


Harebells bloom, and golden-rod,

While

the soul's dark horoscope

Holds no
Is the

starry sign of

Unseen with

hope

sight at odds

Nature's pity more than God's

Thus
While

mused by Melvin's

the

summer

side,

eventide

Made the woods and inland sea


And the mountains mystery
And the hush of earth and air
;

Seemed

the pause before a prayer,


THE TENT ON THE BEACH
Prayer for him, for

all

who

rest,

Mother Earth, upon thy breast,


Lapped on Christian turf, or hid
In rock-cave or pyramid

who sleep, as all who live.


Well may need the prayer, Forgive
All

'
!

Desert-smothered caravan.

Knee-deep dust

that

once was man,

Battle-trenches ghastly piled.

Ocean-floors with white bones

Crowded tomb and mounded

Dumbly

crave that prayer to God.

Oh, the generations old


Over whom no church-bells
Christless, lifting

To

tiled.

sod.

tolled,

up blind eyes

the silence of the skies

For the innumerable dead


Is

my

soul disquieted.

Where
Where
Where

To

be

now

these silent hosts

the spectral conscripts led

the white tents of the dead

What

the camping-ground of ghosts

strange shore or chartless sea

Holds the awful mystery

Deepest of all

And the

7nysfei'ies^

saddest, silence is

THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE


Then

warm

the

sky stooped to

make

Double sunset in the lake


While above I saw with it,
Range on range, the mountains

And

lit

the calm and splendor stole

Like an answer to

Hear'st thou,

What
What

of

to thee the
is

" Cast on

God

little faith.

mountain

saith,

if

thy sight be dim

them

for

thy care for these

" Blind must be

Where

soul.

whispered by the trees

Trust Him,

Doubt

my

is

doubt of Him.

their close-shut eyes

like night the sunshine lies,

Fiery-linked the self-forged chain

Binding ever

sin to pain.

Strong their prison-house of will,

But without

He

waiteth

still.

" Not with hatred's undertow

Doth

the

Love Eternal flow

Every chain that spirits wear

Crumbles

And

in the breath

of prayer;

the penitent's desire

Opens every

gate of

fire.

THE TENT ON THE BEACH


Still Thy love, O Christ arisen,
Yearns to reach these souls

Through

Drops the plummet of

Never

in prison

depths of sin and loss

all

cross

was found

yet abyss

Deeper than

Thy

that cross could

sound

"
!

Therefore well may Nature keep

Equal

faith

Set her

with

watch of

all

who

hills

sleep,

around

Christian grave and heathen

And

to cairn

mound,

and kirkyard send

Summer's flowery dividend.

Keep,

Thy

On

in

shade and gleam

the Indian's grassy

Swing,

Sweeps the

circle of

God's

love.

questioned with his eye


verdict

low voice asked

"

on
Is

't

his song.

well to pry

Into the secrets which belong

Is

to

still

God

bloom

as high above.

He paused and
The hearers'

Only

tomb

flowers, your bells of

Deep below,

Melvin stream.

pleasant

sweet laugh

The

life

to be

the unguessed mystery

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

27

Unsealed, unpierced the cloudy walls remain,

We

beat with

dream and wish the soundless doors

in vain.

" But

faith

He

beyond our sight may go."


" The gracious Fatherhood

said

Can only know

above, below,

Eternal purposes of good.

From our free heritage of will,


The bitter springs of pain and ill
Flow only in all worlds. The perfect day
Of God is shadowless, and love is love alway."
"

know," she

the letter kills

said,

That on our

arid fields of strife

And heat of clashing


The dew of spirit
But, searching
I fain

would

still

find,

texts distils

and of

Thus

voucher for the hope

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

theme too vast

of Books, " give o'er


for time

on. Sir Poet, ride once

Your hobby

and place.

more

at his old free pace.

power

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

28

But

The

let

him keep, with

solid earth

step discreet,

beneath his

feet.

In the great mystery which around us

The

wisest

is

a fool, the

fool

lies.

Heaven-helped

wise."

The

Traveller said

" If songs have

Their choice of them

let

singers

creeds.

make

But Art no other sanction needs

Than
It

Nor
It

beauty for

own

fair sake.

asks for leave, nor begs excuse

makes the

And

its

grinds not in the mill of use.

gives

its

" Confess,

Has

flexile

laws

atmosphere

it

deigns to own.

its

color and

old friend, your austere school

left

your fancy

little

chance

You square to reason's rigid rule


The flowing outlines of romance.
With conscience keen from exercise.
And chronic fear of compromise.
You check the free play of your rhymes,

tone.

its

moral underneath, and spring

it

to clap

like a trap."

The sweet voice answered: "Better so


Than bolder flights that know no check
Better to use the

The

bit,

reins all loose

than throw

on fancy's neck.

is

;;

THE TENT ON THE BEACH


The
The

29

range of Art should be

liberal

breadth of Christian liberty,

Restrained alone by challenge and alarm

Where

charmed footsteps

its

tread the border land

of harm.

" Beyond the

poet's sweet

dream

lives

The eternal epic of the man.


He wisest is who only gives,
True

to himself, the best he can

Who, drifting in the


The inward monitor
And, with the boldness
Takes

in the

crowded

winds of
obeys

praise.

that confesses fear.


sail,

and

his

lets

conscience

steer.

" Thanks

Nor
For the

As

for the fitting


less for

false

for the

For what

For

losses

is

word he speaks.

doubtful

model

word unspoken,

that he breaks.

moulded grace unbroken

missed and what remains.

which

are truest gains.

For reverence conscious of the Eternal eye.

And

truth too fair to need the garnish of a lie."

Laughing, the Critic bowed.

The

Who

point without another

"

I yield

word

ever yet a case appealed

Where

beauty's judgment had been heard

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

30

And

my

you,

good

As

me

to

for such a plea.

For

true withal as sweet.

Of cavil,

owe

friend,

Your warmest thanks

my

offence

her words be ample recompense.*'

let

Across the sea one lighthouse

With crimson
Revolving on

tower

its

star.

came and went,

ray that

afar.

Looked through the doorway of the


While outward, over sand-slopes wet,

The lamp

On

flashed

down

its

yellow

wash of waves, with

the long

tent.

jet

red and green

Tangles of weltering weed through the white foamwreaths seen.

" ' Sing while we may.

May
Our

another day

bring enough of sorrow;

Traveller in his

own

'

thus

sweet lay.

His Crimean camp-song, hints to us."

The

" So

it

be

Sing us a song," exclaimed

all

lady said.

She smiled

To hear our

"

let

can but marvel

poet's

words through

three.
at

your choice

my

poor borrowed

voice."

Her window opens

On

to the bay,

glistening light or misty gray,

THE TENT ON THE BEACH


And

dawn and

there at

set

of day

In prayer she kneels.


" Dear Lord " she saith, " to
!

From wind and wave


I

many

the wanderers

home
come ;

only see the tossing foam

Of stranger
" Blown out and

The
And

keels.

in

stately ships,

by summer gales,
with crowded

sails,

sailors leaning o'er their rails,

Before

They come,

me

glide

they go, but nevermore.

Spice-laden from the Indian shore,


I see his

swift-winged Isidore

The waves
"

Thou
And one

with

divide.

whom

the night

is

day

the near and far away.

Look out on yon gray waste, and


Where lingers he.
Alive, perchance, on

say

some lone beach

Or thirsty isle beyond the reach


Of man, he hears the mocking speech
Of wind and sea.
"

dread and cruel deep, reveal

The

secret which thy waves conceal,


And, ye wild sea-birds, hither wheel

And

tell

your

tale.

31

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

32

Let winds that tossed

my

message from

Some thought of me,

Or

his

lost

raven hair

one bear,

a last fond prayer

dying wail

" Come, with your

dreariest truth shut out

The fears that haunt me round about


O God I cannot bear this doubt
!

The

That

stifles

worst

is

breath.

better than the dread

Give me but leave


Asleep

Of
It

in the

garden trees.

might have been the sound of seas


rose and

fell

But, with her heart,

The
I

might have been the evening breeze

That

"

"

death

life in

That whispered
It

mourn my dead

to

and hope, instead

in trust

wait to meet thee

For

The

if

not her ear.

old loved voice she seemed to hear

all is

well

be of cheer.
"

sweet voice into silence went,


silence

As through

The

which was almost pain


it

rolled the long lament,

cadence of the mournful main.

THE BROTHER OF MERCY


Glancing

33

his written pages o'er,

The Reader

tried his part

once more;

Leaving the land of hackmatack and pine

For Tuscan valleys glad with

olive

and with vine.

THE BROTHER OF MERCY


PiERO LucA, known of

As

all

the

town

the gray porter by the Pitti wall

Where

noon shadows of

the

the gardens

Sick and in dolor, waited to lay

His

The

last

sad burden, and beside his

barefoot

Unseen,

monk

in square

of

La

Certosa

Val

Unheard, below the living shuttles


forth,

mat
sat.

and blossoming garden

Soft sunset lights through green

Backward and

and wove,

d'

at last

Tinkle of

The

sick

bell

man

the

monk

Of Mercy

sifted

in love or strife.

came upward from

life

the street

and tread of measured

feet.

started, strove to rise in vain.

Sinking back heavily with a

And

drifted,

Arno

shifted

In mirth or pain, the mottled web of

But when

fall,

down

said,

moan of

pain.

" 'T is but the Brotherhood

going on some errand good

Their black masks by the palace-wall


Piero answered faintly, " Woe is me

I
!

see."

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

34

This day

for the

time in forty years

first

In vain the bell hath sounded


Calling

me

my

with

Beggar and prince

alike, to

Hushed

ears,

some new

haply from

Of love or pity,
To bear a wretch

my

in

brethren of the mask,


task

the street

plague-stricken, or, with feet

and feverish brain.

to the quickened ear

To tread the crowded lazaretto's floors,


Down the long twilight of the corridors,
Midst tossing arms and faces

full

of pain.

work

own

reward.

I loved the
I

it

never counted on

was

it

My

sins,

To

the free grace and

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.

But with the work the worker too would

And

in

my

place

Joyful or sad,

And now

some other

what

all 's

over.

debt

mercy of our Lord

In these long years so


I

its

self

matters,

Woe

if

would
not

is

me

die.

sit
?

"

" My

son,"

The monk said soothingly, " thy work is done


And no more as a servant, but the guest
Of God thou enterest thy eternal rest.

No

toil,

no

Shall

mar

Clad

in

tears,

no sorrow

thy perfect bliss.

for the lost,

Thou

shalt

sit

down

white robes, and wear a golden crown

"

THE BROTHER OF MERCY


Forever and forever."

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

there night and day,

sit

in the

Tribune, doing naught

hands,

that

my

all

have

life

wrought.

Not
I

'm

for bread only, but for pity's sake.


dull at prayers

Counting

my

could not keep awake,

Mine

beads.

Scarce worth the saving,

but a crazy head.

's

if all else

be dead.

And if one goes to heaven without a heart,


God knows he leaves behind his better part.
the worst I know
I love my fellow-men
Will death change me
I would do good to.
:

so

That I shall sit among the lazy saints.


Turning a deaf ear to the sore complaints

Of souls

that suffer

Why,

never yet

Left a poor dog in the strada hard beset.

Or ass o'erladen
Than dog or ass,

Must

I rate

man

in holy selfishness

less
?

Methinks (Lord, pardon,

if

The

better, if therein

world of pain were

One's heart might

Of

still

natural pity drop

Some

cooling tears.

the thought be sin

be human, and desires

upon

its fires

!)

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

36

His

brow, and
"
lost

Thereat the pale monk crossed


muttering, " Madman
thou art
!

Took up his pyx and fled and, left


The sick man closed his eyes with a
That sank into a prayer, " Thy will
;

Then was

be done

"
!

pure and holy bending o'er him.

of a voice like that of her

who

Tender and most compassionate


For heaven

great groan

he made aware, by soul or ear.

Of somewhat
And

alone,

is

love, as

God

Thy work below shall be


And when he looked, lo
He saw the shining of an
!

bore him.
" Never fear

himself

thy

is

love

work above."

in the stern

monk's place

angel's face

The Traveller broke the pause.


The Brothers down the long

"

I 've

seen

street steal.

Black, silent, masked, the crowd between.

And
With

felt to

doff

hat and kneel

heart, if not with knee, in prayer.

For blessings on

The Reader

We

my

'11

their pious care."

wiped

his glasses

" Friends of mine.

try our home-brewed next, instead of foreign

wine."

THE CHANGELING
THE CHANGELING
For the fairest maid in Hampton
They needed not to search,
Who saw young Anna Favor

Come

Or

walking into church,

bringing from the meadows,

At

set

of harvest-day.

The frolic of the


The sweetness

Now

blackbirds.

of the hay.

the weariest of

The

saddest

She scowls

And

two

in the face

mothers.

of her husband.

spurns her child aside.

" Rake out the red


For there the

coals,

goodman,

child shall

Till the black witch

And

all

years' bride.

comes

both up chimney

lie.

to fetch her

fly.

my own little daughter,


It 's never my own," she said
" The witches have stolen my Anna,
"

It 's

never

And

left

me

an imp instead.

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

38

" Oh,

and sweet was

fair

my

baby,

Blue eyes, and hair of gold

But

this

ugly and wrinkled.

is

Cross, and cunning, and old.

"

hate the touch of her fingers,

hate the feel of her skin

my

But

" My

Rake

blood, that she sucks in.

my

arms arc skin and bone

open the red coals,

And
'11

bosom.

grows sharp with the torment

face

Look

" She

my

not the milk from

It 's

goodman,
own.

the witch shall have her

come when

she hears

it

crying.

In the shape of an owl or bat.

And

she

'11

Anna

bring us our darling

In place of her screeching brat."

Then

the goodman, Ezra Dalton,

Laid

"

Thy
I

"

his

hand upon her head

sorrow

is

great,

woman

sorrow with thee," he

The paths to
And never

trouble are

My

many.

but one sure

Leads out to the


poor wife,

light
let

said.

way

beyond

us pray."

it

"

Lead her out of this evil shadow^


Out of these fancies wild""

THE CHANGELING
Then
"

he said to the great All-Father,

Thy

Let her

daughter

sight

weak and

come back, and

Once more

this evil

blind

clothe her

mind.

in her right

" Lead her out of

Out

is

shadow.

of these fancies wild

Let the holy love of the mother

Turn

again to her child.

" Make her

lips like

the lips of

Mary

Kissing her blessed Son

Let her hands,


Rest on her

" Comfort

like the
little

hands of Jesus,

one.

the soul of thy handmaid,

Open her prison-door.


And thine shall be all the glory
And praise forevermore."
Then into the face of its mother
The baby looked up and smiled
And the cloud of her soul was lifted,
And she knew her little child.

beam of

Made

the slant west sunshine

the

wan

face almost

Lit the blue eyes' patient

And

fair.

wonder

the rings of pale gold hair.

THE TENT ON THE BEACH


She kissed

on

it

She kissed

And

bosom

the lips so pale and thin.

on her

fair

Was
But

and forehead,

she bared her snow-white

To
Oh,

lip

on cheek and chin,

it

fairer to

Looked

morning

bridal

who

the maid

blushed and smiled,

Ezra Dalton

the mother of his child.

With more

than a lover's fondness

He stooped to her worn young face.


And the nursing child and the mother
He folded in one embrace.
" Blessed be God " he murmured.
" Blessed be God " she said
!

" For

I live,

"

who once was blinded,


who once was dead.

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

Goody Cole "


!

His horse he saddled and bridled.

And

into the night rode he.

Now through the great black woodland.


Now by the white-beached sea.

; ;

THE CHANGELING

41

He rode through the silent clearings,


He came to the ferry wide,
And thrice he called to the boatman
Asleep on the other

side.

He set his horse to the river.


He swam to Newbury town.
And

he called up Justice Sewall

In his nightcap and his gown.

And

the grave and worshipful justice

(Upon whose soul be peace!)


Set his name to the jailer's warrant
For Goodwife Cole's

Then

release.

through the night the hoof-beats

Went

sounding

like a

flail

And Goody Cole at cockcrow


Came forth from Ipswich jail.

" Here

To
What

is

rhyme

venture on

hardly dare

theme worn out

seems so sweet by

Sounds simply

And

its

silly

Doon

pipes by lips Arcadian

Are only tin horns


Yet still the muse of

While Hosea Biglow

at

and Ayr

hereabout

blown

our own.

pastoral walks with us,


sings,

our

new Theocritus."

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

42

THE MAIDS OF ATTITASH *


In sky and wave the white clouds swam,

And

the blue hills of Nottingham

Through gaps of

leafy green

Across the lake were seen,

When,

shadow of the ash

in the

That dreams
In the

Two

dream

its

in Attitash,

warm summer

maidens

weather.

sat together.

They sat and watched in idle mood


The gleam and shade of lake and wood
The beach the keen light smote.
The white sail of a boat
Swan

flocks of

lilies

In sweetness, not

*
is

Attitash, an Indian

the

name of a

part of

wrote

large

Amesbury.
**

and

ash trees."]

show

huckleberry,'*

lake in the northern

Mr.

Fields, Whittier

thee Attitash, as

Mary's Lake which Wordsworth

fact a great deal prettier.

fine,

signifying

beautiful

[In a letter to

away range of mountains


very

shoreward lying.
music, dying

word

and

should like to

pretty as St.

in

it

The
in

it

is

as

sings, in

glimpse of the Pawtuck-

Nottingham seen across

it is

has noble groves of pines and maples and

In the shadow of the ash

THE MAIDS OF ATTITASH


Hardback, and virgin's-bower,

And

wbite-spiked cletbra-flower.

Witb careless ears tbey beard tbe


And breezy wasb of Attitasb,

Tbe
Tbe

plash

wood-bird's plaintive cry,


locust's sbarp reply.

And teased tbe wbile, witb playful band,


Tbe sbaggy dog of Newfoundland,
Wbose uncoutb frolic spilled
Tbeir baskets

Tben

Was

berry-filled.

one, tbe beauty of wbose eyes

evermore a great surprise.

Tossed back ber queenly bead.

And
"

No

ligbtly laugbing, said

bridegroom's band be mine to bold

Tbat

is

not lined witb yellow gold

I tread
I

"

My

no cottage-floor;

own no

lover poor.

love must come on silken wings,


Witb bridal ligbts of diamond rings.
Not foul witb kitcben smircb,
Witb tallow-dip for torcb."

THE TENT ON THE BEACH


The

other,

on whose modest head

Was

lesser

dower of beauty shed,

With look for home-hearths


And voice exceeding sweet.
Answered, "

We

meet,

will not rivals be

Take thou the gold, leave love


Mine be the cottage small,

And
"

to

me

thine the rich man's hall.

know, indeed,

that wealth

is

good

But lowly roof and simple food,

With

love that hath no doubt.

Are more than gold without."

Hard by

a farmer hale

His cradle

Tracking the yellow

With windrows

And

still,

and young

in the rye-field

swung.

plain

of ripe grain.

whene'er he paused to whet

His scythe, the sidelong glance he met

Of large

dark eyes, where strove

False pride and secret love.

Be strong, young mower of the grain;


That love shall overmatch disdain.
Its instincts

The

soon or

late

heart shall vindicate.

THE MAIDS OF ATTITASH


In blouse of gray, with fishing-rod,

Half screened by

The

leaves, a stranger trod

margin of the pond,

Watching

The supreme

the group beyond.

come
doom

hours unnoted

Unfelt the turning tides of

And so the maids laughed on.


Nor dreamed what Fate had done,
Nor knew
That

the step

was Destiny's

rustled in the birchen trees,

As, with their


Fisher and

lives forecast.

mower

passed.

Erelong by lake and rivulet

side

The summer roses paled and died.


And Autumn's fingers shed
The maple's leaves of red.
Through

the long gold-hazed afternoon,

Alone, but for the diving loon.

The
The

partridge in the brake,

black duck on the lake.

Beneath the shadow of the ash

man and maid by Attitash


And earth and air made room
For human hearts to bloom.

Sat

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

46

Soft spread the carpets of the sod,

And scarlet-oak
With blushes

and golden-rod

and with smiles

Lit up the forest

The mellow
The pebbled

aisles.

light the lake aslant,

margin's ripple-chant

Attempered and low-toned.

The
And

tender mystery owned.

through the dream the lovers dreamed

Sweet sounds

The
The

stole in

and

soft lights

streamed

sunshine seemed to bless,


air

was

a caress.

Not she who lightly laughed is there,


With scornful toss of midnight hair,
Her dark, disdainful eyes,

And

proud

worldly-wise.

lip

Her haughty vow


But

all

unsaid.

she dreamed and coveted

Wears, half

The

is still

to her surprise.

youthful farmer's guise

With more

than

She walks the

all

her old-time pride

rye-field at his side.

Careless of cot or hall.

Since love transfigures

all.

THE MAIDS OF ATTITASH

47

Rich beyond dreams, the vantage-ground

Of life
The

is

gained

her hands have found

talisman of old

That changes

all

to gold.

While she who could


With all its glittering

And

for love dispense

accidents,

trust her heart alone,

Finds love and gold her own.

What

wealth can buy or

Awaits her

but her cup

can build

art

is filled

Even now unto the brim


Her world is love and him
;

The

while he heard, the

Book-man drew

length of make-believing face.

With smothered
''Why, you
And, with

On

his

Yankee

mischief laughing through

shall sit in

Ramsay's

place,

Gentle Shepherd, keep

hills

immortal sheep.

While love-lorn swains and maids the seas beyond


Hold dreamy tryst around your huckleberry-pond."

The

Traveller laughed

"

Sir

Galahad

Singing of love the Trouvere's lay

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

48

How

should he

From one

know

the blindfold lad

of Vulcan's forge-boys

"

He better sees who stands outside


Than they who in procession ride,"
The Reader answered " selectmen and
:

show

they make, the

Miss, while

" Nay,

squire

that

wayside

folks admire.

" Here

a wild tale of the North,

is

Our

travelled friend will

own

as

one

Norland Christmas hearth

Fit for a

And lips of Christian Andersen.


They tell it in the valleys green

Of the fair island he has seen.


Low lying ofF the pleasant Swedish
Washed by

shore.

the Baltic Sea, and watched by Elsi-

nore."

KALLUNDBORG CHURCH
"Tie

stille,

barn min

Imorgen kommer Fin,


Fa'er din,

Og

gi'er dig

Esbern Snares oine og hjerte

at lege

med "
!

Zealand Rhyme.

" Build

Kallundborg by the sea

at

church may be,


wed my daughter fair,"
Lord of Nesvek to Esbern Snare.

church

And

as stately as

there shalt thou

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

Troll, a church for

At Kallundborg by

me

the mighty sea

and build

it

stately,

Build

it

quickly," said Esbern Snare.

But the

sly

Dwarf

What

"

said,

Trolls of the Hills,

it

fair.

No

"
!

hill.

Build

By

said,

my

" Though
'

But Esbern

the Baron laughed.

work

man,

is

wrought

for naught.

wilt thou give for thy church so fair

" Set thy own price," quoth Esbern Snare.

"

When

Kallundborg church

Thou must the name


Or thy heart and thy
" Build,"

By

said

of

its

is

builded well,

builder

eyes must be

Esbern, " and build

it

tell.

my

boon."

soon."

night and by day the Troll wrought on

He hewed

the timbers, he piled the stone

But day by day,

as the walls rose fair,

Darker and sadder grew Esbern Snare.

He
He

listened

by night, he watched by day.

sought and thought, but he dared not pray

In vain he called on the Elle-maids shy.

And

the

Neck and

the Nis gave

no

reply.

;;

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

50

Of his evil bargain far and wide


A rumor ran through the country-side
And Helva

of Nesvek, young and

fair,

Prayed for the soul of Esbern Snare.

And now the church was wellnigh done


One pillar it lacked, and one alone
And the grim Troll muttered, " Fool thou art
To-morrow gives me thy eyes and heart "
!

By Kallundborg

in black despair.

Through wood and meadow, walked Esbern Snare,


Till, worn and weary, the strong man sank
Under the birches on Ulshoi bank.
At

his last day's

Hammer

work he heard

and delve

the Troll

in the quarry's hole

Before him the church stood large and

"

have builded

And

my

tomb,"

said

fair

Esbern Snare.

he closed his eyes the sight to hide.

When

he heard a light step at his side


Esbern Snare " a sweet voice said,
" Would I might die now in thy stead "

"

With

He

a grasp by love and by fear

made

held her fast, and he held her long

With

the beating heart of a bird afeard.

She hid her face

in his flame-red beard.

strong.

Now

the church

was wellnigh done

KALLUNDBORG CHURCH
"

love

" he cried, "

let

me

51

look to-day

In thine eyes ere mine are plucked away

me

Let

hold thee close,

Ere mine by the Troll


"

I sinned,

let
is

thy heart

feel

Helva, for love of thee

"

Pray that the Lord Christ pardon

me

But

still.

fast as she

Hammered

He knew,

prayed, and faster

the Troll in Ulshoi

as

he wrought, that a loving heart


baffling his evil art

For more than

spell

of Elf or Troll

maiden's prayer for her lover's soul.

And Esbern

Of a

listened,

and caught the sound

Troll-wife singing underground:

" To-morrow comes Fine,


Lie

" Lie

still

still,

my

ho

Thanks

The

To

darling

play with

eyes
!

father thine

and hush thee, baby mine

Thou 'It

Ho

hill.

Was somehow
Is a

"

me

torn apart

next sunrise

Esbern

Snare's

heart

and

"
!

"

quoth Esbern, "

to the Troll-wife, I

is

that

know

your game ?
"

his

name

Troll he heard him, and hurried on

Kallundborg church with the lacking stone.

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

52

" Too

And

GafFer Fine

late,

Troll and

That night

air

sobbing underground,

the voice of the Hill-Troll loud with blame

Of the
Of

vanished in

the harvesters heard the sound

Of a woman
And

pillar

" cried Esbern Snare

careless singer

the

who

Troll of the

name.

told his

Church they

sing

the

rune

By

the Northern Sea in the harvest

And

the fishers of Zealand hear

Scolding his wife in Ulshoi

And
Still

seaward over

its

moon

him

still

hill.

groves of birch

looks the tower of Kallundborg church.

Where,

first at its altar,

wedded

pair.

Stood Helva of Nesvek and Esbern Snare

" What," asked the Traveller, " would


sires.

The

Of

old Norse story-tellers, say

sun-graved pictures, ocean wires.

And smoking steamboats of to-day


And this, O lady, by your leave.
Recalls your song of yester eve:

our

THE CABLE HYMN


Pray,

let

53

us have that Cable-hymn once more."

Hear, hear " the Book-man cried, " the lady


!

has the floor.

" These noisy waves below perhaps

To
With

such a strain will lend their ear.


softer voice

and lighter lapse

Come stealing up the sands to hear,


And what they once refused to do
For old King Knut accord

Nay, even the

As

fishes shall

to you.

your

listeners be.

once, the legend runs, they heard

St.

Anthony."

THE CABLE HYMN

LONELY bay of Trinity,

dreary shores, give ear

Lean down unto

The

voice of

From world

the white-lipped sea

God

to hear

His couriers

fly.

Thought-winged and shod with

fire

The

to world

angel of His stormy sky

Rides

down

the sunken wire.

What saith the herald


" The world's long

of the Lord
strife is

done

54

THE TENT ON THE BEACH


Close wedded by that mystic cord,
Its

continents are one.

" And one


Shall

The

in heart, as

all

one

in blood.

her peoples be

hands of human brotherhood

Are clasped beneath


" Through Orient

the sea.

seas, o'er Afric's plain

And Asian mountains borne,


The vigor of the Northern brain
Shall nerve the world

"From

outworn

clime to clime, from shore to shore,

Shall thrill the magic thread

The new Prometheus steals once more


The fire that wakes the dead."
Throb on, strong pulse of thunder
From answering beach to beach
Fuse nations

And
Wild

in thy kindly heat,

melt the chains of each

terror of the sky above.

Glide tamed and

dumb below

Bear gently. Ocean's carrier-dove.

Thy

errands to and fro.

beat

THE CABLE HYMN


Weave

55

on, swift shuttle of the Lord,

Beneath the deep so

far,

The bridal robe of earth's accord,


The funeral shroud of war
!

For

lo

the

fall

of Ocean's wall

Space mocked and time outrun;

And

round the world the thought of

Is as the

thought of one

The poles unite, the zones


The tongues of striving
As on

The

Christ

The Reader

is

little

Its old

And
The

agree.

cease;

whispering. Peace

to this at last,"

said,

"

shall all things

Forgotten be the bugle's

And

the Sea of Galilee

" Glad prophecy

all

come.

blast.

battle-music of the drum.

while the world

may run

mad way, with needle-gun

ironclad, but truth, at last, shall reign

cradle-song of Christ was never sung in vain

Shifting his scattered papers,

He

" Here,"

said, as died the faint applause,

"
!

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

56
"

Is

something that

Down
I

had

Who,
(As

if

it

on the

from a

found

island

as Orr's.

fair-haired girl

oddly, bore the

by some

year

last

known

name of

Pearl,

droll freak of circumstance,)

Classic, or wellnigh so, in Harriet Stowe's romance."

THE DEAD

What

HARPSWELL

SHIP OF

beyond

flecks the outer gray

The sundown's golden trail


The white flash of a sea-bird's
Or gleam of slanting sail

wing.

Let young eyes watch from Neck and Point,

And sea-worn elders pray,


The ghost of what was once
Is sailing

up the bay

a ship

From gray sea-fog, from icy drift.


From peril and from pain.
The home-bound fisher greets thy

lights,

hundred-harbored Maine

But many a keel

And many a
When, tall and

shall

sail

seaward turn.

outstand.

white, the

Dead Ship looms

Against the dusk of land.

The ghost ofzuhat was once a

ship

THE DEAD

OF HARPSWELL

SHIP

She rounds the headland's

She threads the

No

isle-set

bristling pines

bay

spur of breeze can speed her on,

Nor ebb of tide delay.


Old men still walk the Isle

Who
Old

tell

shipwrights

Who

of Orr

her date and name,


sit

in

Freeport yards

hewed her oaken frame.

What weary doom of baffled quest.


Thou sad sea-ghost, is thine
What makes thee in the haunts of home
?

A
No

wonder and

foot

Upon

No

is

on thy

a sign

silent deck.

thy helm no hand

That

Howe'er

when

She

No

the breeze

to port,

may

be

she nears the waiting shore

drifts again to sea.

tack of

Nor

wind

smites thee from the land

For never comes the ship


Just

ripple hath the soundless

sail,

nor turn of helm.

sheer of veering side

Stern-fore she drives to sea and night.

Against the wind and

In vain o'er Harpswell

Of evening

tide.

Neck

guides her in

the star

THE TENT ON THE BEACH


In vain for her the lamps are

Within thy tower, Seguin

lit

In vain the harbor-boat shall

hail,

In vain the pilot call;

No

hand

Or

let

shall reef her spectral sail,

her anchor

fall.

Shake, brown old wives, with dreary joy.

Your gray-head

hints of

ill

And, over sick-beds whispering low.

Your prophecies fulfil.


Some home amid yon birchen trees
Shall drape its door with woe
And slowly where the Dead Ship sails.

The

burial boat shall

row

From Wolf Neck and from Flying Point


From island and from main,
From sheltered cove and tided creek.
Shall glide the funeral train.

The dead-boat with the bearers four,


The mourners at her stern,
And one shall go the silent way

Who

shall

no more return

And men shall sigh, and women weep.


Whose dear ones pale and pine.
And sadly over sunset seas
Await the ghostly

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

steers the Ship of

down-east breeze should be,"

The Book-man said. " A ghostly


The legend has. I'm glad to see

touch

Your flying Yankee beat the Dutch."


"Well, here is something of the sort
Which one midsummer day I caught
In Narragansett Bay, for lack of fish."

"

We

wait," the Traveller said

" serve hot or cold

your dish."

THE PALATINE*
Leagues

north, as

fly

the gull and auk.

hawk
beacon flames, Montauk

Point Judith watches with eye of

Leagues south, thy

* Block

Island in

dians Manisees, the


a tragic incident a

Long
isle

Island Sound, called

of the

little

by the In-

god, was the scene of

hundred years or more ago, when The

Palatine, an emigrant ship

bound

for Philadelphia, driven

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

6o

Lonely and wind-shorn, wood-forsaken,

With
For

never a tree for Spring to waken.


of lovers or farewells taken,

tryst

Circled by waters that never freeze,

Beaten by billow and swept by breeze,


Lieth the island of Manisees,

mouth of

Set at the

The

coast lights

the

up on

Sound
its

to hold

turret old.

Yellow with moss and sea-fog mould.


Dreary the land when gust and

At

And Winter
But

in

Held

its

laughs at

summer

time,

in the laps

Are blue
off

sleet

doors and windows howl and beat.

its

course,

its fires

when

of peat

pool and pond,

of valleys fond,

as the glimpses of sea

came upon the

coast at

beyond
this

point.

mutiny on board, followed by an inhuman desertion on


the part of the crew, had brought the
to the verge of starvation

that wreckers

on shore,

after

rescuing

survivors, set fire to the vessel,


sea before a gale

month, according
ship

on

unhappy passengers

and madness.
all

which was driven out

which had sprung up.


to the

fire is visible to

same

Tradition says
but one of the
to

Every twelve-

tradition, the spectacle of a

the inhabitants of the island.

THE PALATINE
When
And,

6i

the hills are sweet with the brier-rose,

hid in the

warm,

soft dells,

unclose

Flowers the mainland rarely knows

When

boats to their morning fishing go.

And, held

to the

wind and slanting low.

Whitening and darkening the small

Then is that
And the pale
The wine of

No
On
No

sails

show,

lonely island fair

health-seeker findeth there


life in its

pleasant

air.

greener valleys the sun invite.

smoother beaches no sea-birds

light.

blue waves shatter to foam more white!

There, circling ever

Quaint

tradition

narrow range,

their

and legend strange

Live on unchallenged, and

Old wives spinning

Or

their

know no

change.

webs of tow.

rocking weirdly to and fro

In and out of the peat's dull glow,

And

old men mending their nets of twine,


Talk together of dream and sign.
Talk of the lost ship Palatine,

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

62

The

ship that, a hundred years before,

Freighted deep with

goodly store.

its

went ashore.

In the gales of the equinox

The

eager islanders one by one

Counted the shots of her

And

heard the crash

signal gun,

when

she drove right on

Into the teeth of death she sped

(May God

The

over the rocky Head

brothers

White upturned

Where waves

Down

forgive the hands that fed

false lights

men and

faces,

had

what

sights

!)

were there

hands stretched

pity,

could ye not spare

swooped the wreckers,

And

the dead had never a

like birds

And

then, with ghastly

word

of prey

to say.

shimmer and shine

Over the rocks and the seething brine.


They burned the wreck of the Palatine.
In their cruel hearts, as they

The

sea and the rocks are

" There

'11

in prayer

Tearing the heart of the ship away.

"

homeward

dumb," they

sped,
said

be no reckoning with the dead."

They burned the wreck of the Palatiiie

THE PALATINE

63

But the year went round, and when once more


their foam-white curves of shore

Along

They

heard the line-storm rave and roar,

Behold

Over

The

again, with

shine,

flaming wreck of the Palatine

So, haply in

Mending

They

"

shimmer and

the rocks and the seething brine,

fitter

words than
on

their nets

tell

these.

their patient knees,

the legend of Manisees.

Nor

looks nor tones a doubt betray

It is

known

We

Is there, then,

Do
Do
On

it

in

for a

word once spoken

left its

tables never

token

broken

the elements subtle reflections give


pictures of

all

our day."

no death

never a deed but

Written on

to us all," they quietly say

too have seen

Was

the ages live

Nature's infinite negative,

Which,

half in sport, in malice half,

She shows

at times,

with shudder or laugh,

Phantom and shadow

in

photograph

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

64
For

still,

on many a moonless night,

From Kingston Head and from Montauk


The spectre kindles and burns in sight.

Now

low and dim, now clear and higher,

Leaps up the

terrible

Then, slowly

sinking, the flames expire.

And

the wise

Reef

Sound

their sails

Of the

"

Ghost of

Fire,

skippers, though skies be fine.

when

they see the sign

blazing wreck of the Palatine

fitter tale to

scream than sing,"

The Book-man said. " Well, fancy,


The Reader answered, " on the wing
The sea-birds shriek it, not for men.
But

in the ear

The

of wave and breeze

Traveller mused

Is fairy-land

Who

is

isle

Brandan's in

Or
"

No

"
!

" Your Manisees

or heard

its

name

before

some strange land of Flyaway,

Whose dreamy
St.

then,"

off Narragansett shore

ever saw the

" 'T

light

shore the ship beguiles,

its

sea-mist gray.

sunset loom of Fortunate Isles

ghost, but solid turf and rock

"
!

ABRAHAM DAVENPORT
Is the

good island known

The Reader
I

chose

" But

as Block,'*

" For beauty and

said.

65

for ease

Indian name, soft-flowing Manisees

its

let it

pass

here

is

a bit

Of unrhymed story, with a hint


Of the old preaching mood in it,
The sort of sidelong moral squint
Our friend objects to, which has grown,
I fear, a habit of my own.
'T was

And

written

when

the land held

the Asian plague drew near.

breath and paled with sudden

its

fear."

ABRAHAM DAVENPORT*
In the old days

With

Their wisest men

And

custom

(a

laid aside

breeches and cocked hats) the people sent

so,

to

make

the public laws.

from a brown homestead, where the Sound

Drinks the small tribute of the Mianas,

* The famous Dark Day of New England, May


1780, was a physical puzzle for many years to our
cestors, but

philosophical

its

an-

occurrence brought something more than

speculation

passed through

19,

it.

into

The

Davenport's sturdy protest

the

minds of those

incident of Colonel
is

who

Abraham

a matter of history.


THE TENT ON THE BEACH

66

Waved over by the woods of Rippowams,


And hallowed by pure lives and tranquil deaths,
Stamford sent up to the councils of the State

Wisdom and

grace in

Abraham Davenport.

'T was on a May-day of

the far old year

Seventeen hundred eighty, that there

Over
Over

the

bloom and sweet

fell

of the Spring,

life

the fresh earth and the heaven of noon,

horror of great darkness, like the night

In day of which the Norland sagas

The

Was

Twilight of the Gods.

tell,

The low-hung

sky

black with ominous clouds, save where

its

rim

Was

fringed

with a dull glow, like that which

climbs

The

crater's sides

from the red

Birds ceased to sing, and

Roosted

all

below.

hell

the barn-yard fowls

the cattle at the pasture bars

Lowed, and looked homeward

bats

on leathern

wings
Flitted abroad

the sounds of labor died

Men prayed, and women wept


To hear the doom-blast of the

all

The

As

grew sharp

trumpet shatter

black sky, that the dreadful face of Christ

Might look from the

ears

rent clouds, not as

loving guest at Bethany, but stern


Justice and inexorable

Law.

He

looked

; ;

ABRAHAM DAVENPORT

67

House, dim

as ghosts,

Meanwhile

in the old State

Sat the lawgivers of Connecticut,

Trembling beneath their legislative robes.


" It is the Lord's Great Day
Let us adjourn,"
!

Some

said

and then,

one accord,

as if with

Abraham Davenport.

All eyes were turned to

He rose, slow cleaving with his steady voice


The intolerable hush. " This well may be
The Day of Judgment which the world awaits
But be

it

so or not, I only

My

present duty, and

To

occupy

Where He
I

till

He

my

come.

hath set

me

in

choose, for one, to meet

No

know
Lord's

So

command

at the post

His providence,

Him

face to face,

my

task.

But ready when the Lord of the harvest

calls

faithless servant frightened

And

therefore, with all reverence, I

God

Let

from

Bring

do His work,

in

the

we

candles."

would

say.

will see to ours.

And

they brought them

in.

Then by

the flaring lights the Speaker read,

Albeit with husky voice and shaking hands.

An

act to

The

amend an

act to regulate

shad and alewive

fisheries.

Whereupon

Wisely and well spoke Abraham Davenport,


Straight to the question, with

no

figures of speech

Save the ten Arab signs, yet not without

THE TENT ON THE BEACH

68

The

shrewd dry humor natural

to the

His awe-struck colleagues listening

Between the pauses of

To

his

all

man

the while,

argument,

God

hear the thunder of the wrath of

Break from the hollow trumpet of the cloud.

And

memory

there he stands in

to this day,

Erect, self-poised, a rugged face, half seen

Against the background of unnatural dark,

witness to the ages as they pass.

That simple duty hath no

He

ceased

To

lift

just then the ocean

a half-faced

And, shoreward,

From
Such

The

When

place for fear.

moon

seemed

in sight

o'er the waters gleamed.

crest to crest, a line of light.

as of old, with
fishers

solemn awe.

by Gennesaret saw.

dry-shod o'er

it

walked the Son of God,

Tracking the waves with

light

where'er his sandals

trod.

Silently for a space each eye

Upon

that

sudden glory turned

Cool from the land the breeze blew by.

The

tent-ropes flapped, the long beach churned

Let God do His work, we will

see to

ours "

THE WORSHIP OF NATURE


Its

waves

to

foam

69

on either hand

Stretched, far as sight, the hills of sand

With bays of marsh, and capes of bush and tree,


The wood's black shore-line loomed beyond the
meadowy sea.

The lady rose


Or hymn,"
And she, with

to leave.

lips to

Sweet intuitions of

Gave

to the

"

One

song,

they urged, " before

we

part."

which belong
all art.

winds of night a

strain

Which they who heard would hear again


And to her voice the solemn ocean lent.
Touching

its

harp of sand, a deep

accompani-

ment.

THE WORSHIP OF NATURE


The

harp

at

Has never

The

song the

Has never

Nature's advent strung


ceased to play
stars

of morning sung

died away.

And prayer is made, and praise is


By all things near and far;
The ocean looketh up to heaven.
And mirrors every star.

given.

; ;

THE TENT ON THE BEACH


Its

waves are kneeling on the strand,

As

kneels the

human

knee,

Their white locks bowing to the sand,

The

priesthood of the sea

They pour
Their

The

their glittering treasures forth.

gifts

And all the


Take up

of pearl they bring.

listening hills of earth

the song they sing.

green earth sends her incense up

From many a mountain shrine


From folded leaf and dewy cup
She pours her sacred wine.

The

mists above the morning

rills

Rise white as wings of prayer

The

altar-curtains of the hills

Are

sunset's purple air.

The winds with hymns of praise


Or low with sobs of pain,
The thunder-organ of the cloud.
The dropping tears of rain.

are loud,

With drooping head and branches

The twilight
Or speaks with
From

crossed

forest grieves,

tongues of Pentecost

all its sunlit leaves.

THE WORSHIP OF NATURE


The

blue sky

the temple's arch,

is

Its transept earth

and

air,

The music of its starry march


The chorus of a prayer.
So Nature keeps the reverent frame

With which

her years began.

And all her signs and voices shame


The prayerless heart of man.

The

The moon's

singer ceased.

Fell on the rapt,

" Allah

il

From

Allah
all

hath praise

things," said the Traveller.

" Oft from the

desert's silent nights,

And mountain hymns

My

face of her.

still

He

white rays

of sunset

lights.

heart has felt rebuke, as in his tent

The Moslem's

prayer has shamed

my

Christian

knee unbent."

He paused, and lo far, faint, and slow


The bells in Newbury's steeples tolled
The twelve dead hours the lamp burned
The singer sought her canvas fold.
One sadly said, " At break of day
!

We

strike

We

our tent and go our way."

But one made answer


'11

low

cheerily,

" Never

fear.

pitch this tent of ours in type another year."

THE EXILES

The
lad

incidents

has

of

first

white

Macy is

Pike's

upon which the following

bal-

foundation occurred about the year

Thomas Macy was one

1660.
the

its

settler

of the

of Nantucket.

first, if

The

briefly but carefully outlined in

The New Puritan,

not

career

James

S.

THE EXILES

THEOnegoodman

sat beside his door,

sultry afternoon,

With

young wife singing

his

An

at his side

old and goodly tune.

glimmer of heat was

in the air,

The dark green woods were still


And the skirts of a heavy thunder-cloud
Hung over the western hill.
Black, thick, and vast arose that cloud

Above the wilderness,


As some dark world from upper

Were
At times

And

stooping over

the solemn thunder pealed,

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,

weary stranger came.

And stood before the farmer's door,


With travel soiled and lame.

THE

76

EXILES

Sad seemed he, yet sustaining hope

Was
And

in his quiet glance,

peace, like autumn's moonlight, clothed

His tranquil countenance,

look, like that his Master

wore

In Pilate's council-hall

of wrongs, but of a love

It told

Meekly
" Friend

The

forgiving

wilt thou give

life is

hunted,

Are following

The

oaken

his

The goodman's

My

me

shelter here

stranger meekly said

And, leaning on

"

all.

staff,

features read.

evil

my

in

men

track;

traces of the torturer's

whip

Are on my aged back


" And much,

I fear,

't

Within thy doors

hunted seeker of the Truth,

Oppressed

Oh,
"

"

will peril thee

to take

We

for conscience' sake.'*

kindly spoke the goodman's wife,

Come

in, old

man

" quoth she,

will not leave thee to the storm.

Whoever

thou mayst be."

"
?

THE

EXILES

Then came the aged wanderer


And silent sat him down

77
in,

While

all

within grew dark as night

Beneath the storm-cloud's frown.

But while the sudden

lightning's blaze

Filled every cottage nook,

And with the jarring thunder-roll


The loosened casements shook,

heavy tramp of horses'

feet

Came sounding up the lane.


And half a score of horse, or more.
Came plunging through the rain.
" Now, Goodman Macy, ope thy door.
We would not be house-breakers

rueful deed thou

'st

done

this day.

In harboring banished Quakers."

Out looked the cautious goodman


With much of fear and awe.
For

there, with broad

The

then.

wig drenched with

parish priest he saw.

" Open thy door, thou wicked man.

And let thy


And give God

pastor in.

thanks,

Repay thy deadly

if forty stripes

sin."

rain.

THE

78

EXILES

" What seek ye ? " quoth the goodman


" The stranger is my guest

He

is

worn with

Pray

let

the old

" Now, out upon

And

toil

and grievous wrong,

man

rest."

knave

thee, canting

"
!

strong hands shook the door.

" Believe me, Macy," quoth the priest,


" Thou 'It rue thy conduct sore."

Then
"

kindled Macy's eye of

No

priest

Shall pluck

who walks

from

The

the earth,

away the stranger-guest

Made welcome

Down

fire

to

my

hearth."

his cottage wall

matchlock, hotly

he caught

tried

At Preston-pans and Marston-moor,

By

fiery Ireton's side;

Where Puritan and Cavalier


With shout and psalm contended
And Rupert's oath, and Cromwell's
With battle-thunder blended.

Up
"

rose the ancient stranger then

My

spirit is

not free

To bring the wrath and


Of evil men on thee

violence

prayer,

THE EXILES
"

And

for thyself, I pray forbear,

Bethink thee of thy Lord,

Who

healed again the smitten ear,

And
"

sheathed His follower's sword.

I go, as to the slaughter led.

Friends of the poor, farewell

Beneath

his

Back on
" Come

hand the oaken door


its

hinges

fell.

forth, old graybeard,

The
As

"
!

yea and nay,"

reckless scoffers cried.

to a horseman's saddle-bow

The
And

old man's arms were tied.

of his bondage hard and long

In Boston's crowded

jail,

Where suffering woman's prayer was


With sickening childhood's wail.
It suits

not with our tale to

tell

Those scenes have passed away

Let the dim shadows of the past

Brood

o'er that evil day.

" Ho, sheriff! " quoth the ardent priest,


" Take Goodman Macy too ;

The

sin

of this day's heresy

His back or purse

shall rue."

heard,

THE EXILES

8o
"

Now,

goodwife, haste thee

She caught

his

"

manly arm

Macy

cried.

Behind, the parson urged pursuit.

With

Ho

outcry and alarm.

speed the Macys, neck or naught,

The river-course was near


The plashing on its pebbled shore
;

Was

music to

gray rock, tasselled o'er with birch,

Above

And

A
A

the waters hung,

at its base,

with every wave,

small light wherry swung.

leap

they gain the boat

The goodman
"

111

their ear.

and

there

wields his oar

luck betide them all," he cried,


" The laggards on the shore."

Down

through the crashing underwood.

The

burly sheriff

came

Goodman Macy, yield thyself;


Yield in the King's own name."

"Stand,

"

Now

out upon thy hangman's face

Bold
"

Macy answered

Whip women,

on the

then,

village green.

But meddle not with men."

"
!

^^I go^ as to the slaughter led'^

THE EXILES
The

came panting

priest

8i

to the shore,

His grave cocked hat was gone

Behind him,

like

some owl's

nest,

hung

His wig upon a thorn.

"

Come back come back " the parson


"The church's curse beware."
!

" Curse, an thou wilt,"

Thy
" Vile

scoffer

Who

's

" cried the baffled

'It

priest,

yet the gallows see."

born to be hanged will not be drowned,"

Quoth Macy,
" And

Macy, " but

blessing prithee spare."

" Thou
"

said

cried,

merrily

so, sir sheriff

and

priest,

good-by

"
!

He bent him to his oar.


And the small boat glided quietly
From the twain upon the shore.

Now

in the

west the heavy clouds

Scattered and

While

And
And

feebler
fainter

fell

came

asunder.
the rush of rain.

growled the thunder.

through the broken clouds, the sun

Looked out serene and warm.


Painting

Upon

its

holy symbol-light

the passing storm.

THE EXILES

82

Oh,

beautiful

that

rainbow span,

O'er dim Crane-neck was bended

One bright
And one
By

foot touched the eastern hills,

with ocean blended.

green Pentucket's southern slope

The small boat glided fast


The watchers of the Block-house saw
The strangers as they passed.
That

night a stalwart garrison

Sat shaking in their shoes.

To

hear the dip of Indian oars,

The

glide of birch canoes.

The fisher-wives of Salisbury


The men were all away

Looked out

Upon
Deer

to see the stranger oar

their waters play.

Island's rocks and fir-trees threw

Their sunset shadows

And Newbury's

spire

o'er

them,

and weathercock

Peered o'er the pines before them.

Around

the Black Rocks,

on

their left.

The marsh lay broad and green


And on their right with dwarf shrubs
;

Plum

Island's hills

were seen.

crowned.

THE
With

skilful

The

EXILES

hand and wary eye

harbor-bar was crossed

plaything of the restless wave.

The
The

boat on ocean tossed.

glory of the sunset heaven

On land and water lay


On the steep hills of Agawam,
On cape, and bluff, and bay.
They

passed the gray rocks of

Cape Ann,

And Gloucester's harbor-bar


The watch-fire of the garrison
Shone

like a setting star.

How brightly broke the morning


On Massachusetts Bay
!

Blue wave, and bright green island.


Rejoicing in the day.

On

passed the bark in safety

Round

isle

and headland steep

No tempest broke above them.


No fog-cloud veiled the deep.
Far round the bleak and stormy Cape

The venturous Macy passed.


And on Nantucket's naked isle
Drew up his boat at last.

THE

EXILES

And how, in log-built cabin,


They braved the rough sea-weather;
And there, in peace and quietness,
Went down life's vale together;

How

drew around them,

others

And how

their fishing sped,

Until to every wind of heaven

Nantucket's

How

pale

With
Behold,

sails

Want

were spread

alternated

Plenty's golden smile

In the annals of the

And

isle

yet that isle remaineth

refuge of the free.

As when
Beheld

Free

not written

is it

true-hearted
it

as the

Her

from the

Macy
sea.

winds that winnow

shrubless hills of sand,

Free as the waves that batter

Along her

Than

No
Nor

yielding land.

hers, at duty's

summons,

loftier spirit stirs.

falls o'er

human

suffering

readier tear than hers.

THE

EXILES

God bless the sea-beat island


And grant forevermore,
That

charity and freedom dwell

As now upon

her shore

BARCLAY OF URY

Among

earliest

tlie

converts to the doctrines

of Friends in Scotland was Barclay of Ury, an old

and distinguished

who had

soldier,

Gustavus Adolphus, in Germany.

fought under

As

Quaker,

he became the object of persecution and abuse

at

the hands of the magistrates and the populace.

None

mob

bore the indignities of the

with greater

patience and nobleness of soul than this once proud

gentleman and

an occasion of

One

soldier.

uncommon

of his friends, on

rudeness, lamented that

he should be treated so harshly

who had

been so honored before.

in his

satisfaction,*' said Barclay, **as well as

being thus insulted for

when,

gistrates, as I

me on

my

few years ago,

more

honor, in

religious principles, than

it

was

usual for the

ma-

passed the city of Aberdeen, to meet

the road and conduct

tainment in their
again, to gain

old age

I find

my

hall,

me

to public enter-

and then escort

favor."

me

out

BARCLAY OF URY
P

the streets of Aberdeen,

By the kirk and college


Rode the Laird of Ury

green,

Close behind him, close beside,

Foul of mouth and evil-eyed.

mob

Pressed the

in fury.

Flouted him the drunken churl,


Jeered

him the

at

Prompt

And

to please her master;

the begging carlin, late

Fed and clothed

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

saw and heard.

Answering not with

Turning not

Came
Bits

mien,

stately

the streets of Aberdeen

a troop with

and

bitter

word,

for chiding.

broadswords swinging.

bridles sharply ringing,

Loose and

free

and froward

BARCLAY OF URY

90

Quoth

the foremost, " Ride

Push him

him

him down

through the town


Drive the Quaker coward "
prick

But from out the thickening crowd


Cried a sudden voice and loud

Barclay

And

the old

Saw

Ho

man

a Barclay

"
!

at his side

comrade, battle

tried.

Scarred and sunburned darkly

Who

with ready weapon bare.

Fronting to the troopers there.


Cried aloud
Call ye coward

Ankle deep

With
" Nay,

"

God

save us,

him who stood

in Liitzen's blood.

the brave Gustavus

"
?

do not need thy sword.

Comrade mine,"
" Put

it

up,

said
I

Ury's lord

pray thee

Passive to His holy will.

Trust

I in

my

Master

Even though

He

still.

slay

"Pledges of thy love and


Proved on many a

Not by

me

field

me.

faith.

of death,

are needed."

BARCLAY OF URY
much

Marvelled

That

that

henchman

91
bold,

his laird, so stout of old.

Now
" Woe 's

With

so

meekly pleaded.

the day

" he sadly

said,

a slowly shaking head.

And

a look of pity

" Ury's honest

Mock

lord reviled.

of knave and sport of child,

In his

own good

city

" Speak the word, and, master mine.

As we charged on

And

his

Tilly's line.

Walloon

lancers.

Smiting through their midst we'll teach


Civil look and decent speech

To

" Marvel not, mine ancient


Like beginning,

Quoth
"

like the

his gracious

Bonds and
" Give me joy
1

friend.

end,"

the Laird of

Is the sinful servant

Than

"

these boyish prancers

Ury

more

Lord who bore

stripes in

that in

Jewry

His name

can bear, with patient frame.


All these vain ones offer;

BARCLAY OF URY

92

While

for

them

Shall I answer

He

sufFereth long,

wrong with wrong,

Scoffing with the scoffer

" Happier

I,

with loss of

Hunted, outlawed, held

With few friends


Than when reeve and

all,

in thrall,

me.

to greet

squire were seen,

Riding out from Aberdeen,

With

"When

mej

bared heads to meet

each goodwife, o'er and

o'er,

me as I passed her door


And the snooded daughter,

Blessed

Through

her casement glancing dowrv

Smiled on him

From
" Hard

Hard

who

bore renown

red fields of slaughter.

to feel the stranger's scoff.

the old friend's falling

Hard

off.

to learn forgiving;

But the Lord His own rewards.

And His

love with theirs accords,

Warm
" Through

and fresh and

this

living.

dark and stormy night

Faith beholds a feeble light

Up the

blackness streaking

BARCLAY OF URY
Knowing God's own time
In a patient hope

For the

full

day-breaking

So the Laird of Ury

Turning slow

best,

is

I rest

"
!

said,

his horse's

head

Towards the Tolbooth prison.


Where, through iron gates, he heard
Poor

disciples of the

Word

Preach of Christ arisen

Not in vain, Confessor old,


Unto us the tale is told

Of thy

day of

trial

Every age on him who

From

its

strays

broad and beaten ways

Pours

its

seven-fold vial.

Happy he whose inward


Angel comfortings can

ear

hear.

O'er the rabble's laughter;

And

while Hatred's fagots burn.

Glimpses through the smoke discern

Of the
Knowing

good

hereafter.

this, that

never yet

Share of Truth was vainly set

In the world's wide fallow

BARCLAY OF URY

94

After hands shall sow the seed,


After hands from

Reap the

hill

and mead

harvests yellow.

Thus, with somewhat of the

Must

Seer,

the moral pioneer

From

the Future borrow

Clothe the waste with dreams of grain,

And, on midnight's sky of


Paint the golden

rain.

morrow

THE

KING^S MISSIVE
1661

This ballad, originally written


rial History of Boston^ describes,

poetic license, a

of the city.

for

memorable incident

The

in the residence of the latter,

and not

to

Chamber.
some

in the annals

interview between Shattuck

and the Governor took place,

cil

The Memo-

with pardonable

The

have since learned,


in the

Coun-

publication of the ballad led

discussion as to the historical truthfulness

of the picture, but

have seen no reason

to

rub

out any of the figures or alter the lines and colors.

THE

KING'S MISSIVE
1661

UNDER
To

the great

cove and

sloping bare

hill

meadow and Common

lot,

In his council chamber and oaken chair,

Sat the worshipful

Governor Endicott.

grave, strong man,

who knew no

peer

In the pilgrim land, where he ruled in fear

Of God,
Held

not man, and for good or

his trust

with an iron

ill

will.

He had shorn with his sword the cross from out


The flag, and cloven the May-pole down,
Harried the heathen round about.

And whipped

the

Quakers from town

Earnest and honest, a

To

burn

man

at

like a torch for his

own

With
" Woe

The

town.

harsh creed.

He kept with the flaming brand of his


The gate of the holy common weal.
His brow was clouded,

to

need

was

his eye

zeal

stern,

a look of mingled sorrow and wrath

's

me

" he murmured

pestilent

Quakers

are in

"

at

my

every turn
path

THE

98

KING'S MISSIVE

Some we have scourged, and banished some,


Some hanged, more doomed, and still they come,
Fast as the tide of yon bay sets

Sowing

their heresy's seed

" Did we count on

The

Of

this

of

in,

sin.

Did we

our English hearths and homes, to find

Troublers of Israel such as these


Shall I spare
I

leave behind

graves of our kin, the comfort and ease

Shall

I pity

will do as the prophet to

them

Agag

God

did

forbid

They come to poison the wells of the Word,


"
I will hew them in pieces before the Lord
!

The

door swung open, and

Rawson

the clerk

Entered, and whispered under breath,

" There waits below

for the

hangman's work

fellow banished on pain of death

Shattuck of Salem, unhealed of the whip,

Brought over

in

At anchor here

With

Master Goldsmith's ship


in a Christian port,

freight of the devil

Twice and

thrice

and

all his sort

on the chamber

"
!

floor

Striding fiercely from wall to wall,

"

The Lord do so to me and more,"


The Governor cried, " if I hang not

Bring hither the Quaker."

Calm,

all

sedate,

THE
With

KING'S MISSIVE
man

the look of a

at ease

with

99

fate,

Into that presence grim and dread

Came Samuel

Shattuck, with hat on head.

" OfF with the knave's hat

"

An

angry hand

Smote down the offence but the wearer said,


With a quiet smile, " By the king's command
;

bear his message and stand in his stead."

In the Governor's hand a missive he laid

With

And

the royal arms on

the proud

man

its

seal displayed.

spake as he gazed thereat,

Uncovering, " Give Mr. Shattuck

his hat."

He turned to the Quaker, bowing low,


"The king commandeth your friends'
Doubt not he

To
What

his subjects'

release;

be obeyed, although

shall

sorrow and

sin's increase.

he here enjoineth, John Endicott,

His loyal servant, questioneth not.

You
May

are free

God

grant the spirit you

take you from us to parts

So the door of the

And,

like

jail

was open

'

passed,

With age-bowed women and

Was

cast,

Daniel, out of the lion's den

Tender youth and girlhood

And

own

unknown."

gray-locked men.

the voice of one appointed to die


lifted in praise

and thanks on high,

THE

100

And

the

little

KING'S MISSIVE

maid from

Kissed, in her joy, the

And

New

Netherlands

doomed man's hands.

one, whose call was to minister

To the souls in prison, beside him


An ancient woman, bearing with her
The
For

went,

linen shroud for his burial meant.

she, not counting her

own

dear.

life

In the strength of a love that cast out

Had watched and

One moment

On

beside.

they paused on their

the martyr graves by the

And much

fear,

served where her brethren died,

Like those who waited the cross

scourged

way

Not

fight,

ye are victors crowned,

a fourfold chain ye have Satan

The autumn

in vain

the Master's cross of pain

have fought the

With

side.

Wharton of Salem took

" Rest, souls of the valiant

Have ye borne

to look

Common

His burden of prophecy up and cried

Ye

haze lay

soft

and

bound

"
!

still

On wood and meadow and upland farms


On the brow of Snow Hill the great windmill
Slowly and lazily swung

Broad

With

in the
its

its

arms

sunshine stretched away,

capes and islands, the turquoise bay

And

over water and dusk of pines

Blue

hills lifted their faint outlines.

THE

KING'S MISSIVE

loi

The topaz leaves of the walnut glowed,


The sumach added its crimson fleck,
And double in air and water showed
The tinted maples along the Neck
Through

And
And
The

of pale star-mist,

frost flower clusters

gentian fringes of amethyst.


royal plumes of golden-rod.

grazing cattle on Gentry trod.

But

as they

The

With deep

On

who

see not, the

world about them

thanksgiving and pious awe

the great deliverance

Through

Quakers saw

they only thought

God

had wrought.

town

lane and alley the gazing

Noisily followed them up and

down

Some with
Some with

jeer.

One

scoffing
pity

and brutal

and words of cheer.

brave voice rose above the din.

Upsall, gray with his length of days.

Cried from the door of his Red Lion Inn

Men

"

No

more

The
The

of Boston, give
shall

bolts of

innocent blood

the praise
call

down

wrath on your guilty town.

freedom of worship, dear to you.

Is dear to all,

"

God

I see

and to

all is

due.

the vision of days to come.

When

your beautiful City of the Bay

THE

102

KING'S MISSIVE

Shall be Christian liberty's chosen

home,

And none shall his neighbor's rights gainsay.


The varying notes of worship shall blend
And as one great prayer to God ascend,
And hands of mutual charity raise
Walls of salvation and gates of

praise."

So passed the Quakers through Boston town,

Whose painful ministers sighed to see


The walls of their sheep-fold falling down.
And wolves of heresy prowling free.
But the years went on, and brought no wrong

With milder counsels the State grew


As outward Letter and inward Light
Kept the balance of

The

Puritan

To
And

spirit,

strong.

truth aright.

perishing not.

Concord's yeomen the signal sent,

spake in the voice of the cannon-shot

That severed the chains of a continent.


With its gentler mission of peace and good-will
The thought of the Quaker is living still,
And the freedom of soul he prophesied
Is

gospel and law where the martyrs died.

HOW THE WOMEN WENT FROM


DOVER

The following is a copy of the warrant


by Major Waldron, of Dover, in 1662.
Quakers,

as

was

him, and saw,

their

as

issued

The

wont, prophesied against

they supposed, the fulfilment of

their

prophecy when, many years

killed

by the Indians.

after,

he was

To the constables of Dover^ Hampton^ Salisbury^ Neivbury^

Rowley y Ipsivich^ JVenham^ Lynn, Boston, Roxbury, Dedham, and until these -vagabond Sluakers are carried out of
this jurisdiction.

You, and every one of you, are required, in the King's


Majesty's name, to take these vagabond Quakers, Anne
Colman, Mary Tomkins, and Alice Ambrose, and make

them

fast to the cart's tail and driving the cart through


your several towns, to whip them upon their naked backs
not exceeding ten stripes apiece on each of them, in each
town ; and so to convey them from constable to constable
till they are out of this jurisdiction, as you will answer it at
your peril ; and this shall be your warrant.

Richard Waldron.

Dated

at Dover,

December

22, 1662.

This warrant was executed only in Dover and

Hampton.
obey
ple,

it.

At Salisbury the constable refused to


was sustained by the town's peo-

He

who were

under the influence

man in
Merrimac, who stood

of Major

Robert Pike, the leading

the lower val-

ley of the

far

of

his

and an opponent of

advance

ecclesiastical authority.

had the moral courage

manly

in

time, as an advocate of religious freedom

letter to the

to

He

address an able and

court at Salem, remonstrating

against the witchcraft trials.

HOW THE WOMEN WENT FROM


DOVER

THE

tossing spray of Cocheco's

Hardened

to ice

on

As through Dover town


Three women

its

fall

rocky wall,

in the chill, gray

passed, at the cart-tail

dawn,

drawn

Bared to the waist, for the north wind's grip

And
The

keener sting of the constable's whip,


blood that followed each hissing blow

Froze

as

Priest

and

sprinkled the winter snow.

it

ruler,

boy and maid

Followed the dismal cavalcade

And from

door and window, open thrown.


Looked and wondered gaffer and crone.

"God

"We

is

our witness," the victims cried,

suffer for

The wrong

We

for all

men

died

bear the stripes that the Master bore

" And thou,

We

Him who

ye do has been done before

Richard Waldron, for

hear the feet of a coming doom.

whom

; ;

HOW THE WOMEN

io6

On

thy cruel heart and thy hand of

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."

" Smite, Goodman Hate-Evil

The

we

of the Lord, a flame

light

Climb and kindle

And

though

wrong

'*

harder

still

magistrate cried, " lay on with a will

Drive out of their bodies the Father of Lies,

Who

through them preaches and prophesies

So into the forest they held

their

way.

By winding river and frost-rimmed


Over wind-swept hills that felt the

Of

"
!

bay,
beat

the winter sea at their icy feet.

The

Indian hunter, searching his traps.

Peered stealthily through the forest gaps

And the outlying settler shook his head,


"They 're witches going to jail," he said.
At

last a

blast

And

meeting-house came

on

his

view

horn the constable blew

the boys of

"The Quakers
town.

in

Hampton cried up and down


have come!" to the wondering

Into the forest they held their

way

"

WENT FROM DOVER


From

The

107

barn and woodpile the goodman came;

goodwife quitted her quilting frame,

With

her child

The grandam

at

her breast

and, hobbling slow,

followed to see the show.

Once more the torturing whip was swung.


Once more keen lashes the bare flesh stung.
" Oh, spare they are bleeding " a little maid
And covered her face the sight to hide.
!

murmur
Quoth the

"

No

ran round the crowd

Good

folks,"

constable, busy counting the strokes,

pity to wretches like these

They have

Then
With

"

cried.

is

due.

beaten the gospel black and blue

woman, in wild-eyed fear.


wooden noggin of milk drew near.

a pallid

her

" Drink, poor

hearts

" a rude hand smote

Her draught away from

a parching throat.

" Take heed," one whispered, " they

'11

take your

cow
For

And
She

fines, as

they took your horse and plough.

the bed from under you."


said

Then on

" they

" Even so,"

are cruel as death, I

know."

they passed, in the waning day.

Through Seabrook woods,

a weariful

way;

HOW THE WOMEN

io8

By great salt meadows and sand-hills bare,


And glimpses of blue sea here and there.

By

the meeting-house in Salisbury

The

Bare for the lash

Drop

With shame

The

swift thy curtain

in his eye

town

sundown.

sufferers stood, in the red

pitying Night,

and hide the

and wrath on

Cursed

is

he

who

foul

and red

Of all

serves it," he said.

" Show me the order, and meanwhile


A blow at your peril " said Justice

strike

Pike.

the rulers the land possessed,

Wisest and boldest was he and


scoffed at witchcraft

As man meets man


Beyond

his

his feet

he

set

dark age, standing upright.

read the warrant:

From our

best.

the priest he met

Soul-free, with his face to the

He

his lip

Salisbury constable dropped his whip.

" This warrant means murder

He

sight

precincts

under

light.

These convey

at every town on the

Give each ten lashes'^


I tread his order

morning

"

God judge
my foot

way

the brute

"

WENT FROM DOVER


"Cut loose
Come what

No

these poor ones and


will of

warrant

is

it, all

men

let

109

them go;

shall

know

good, though backed by the Crown,

For whipping women

in Salisbury

town

The hearts of the villagers, half released


From creed of terror and rule of priest.
By

a primal instinct

Of human

owned

the right

pity in law's despite.

For ruth and chivalry only


His Saxon manhood

the

slept.

yeoman kept

Quicker or slower, the same blood ran


In the Cavalier and the Puritan.

The Quakers sank on their knees in praise


And thanks. A last, low sunset blaze
Flashed out from under a cloud, and shed

golden glory on each bowed head.

The

tale

When
And

is

souls

one of an

were

evil time.

fettered

and thought was crime.

heresy's whisper above

its

breath

Meant shameful scourging and bonds and

What

death

marvel, that hunted and sorely tried,

Even woman rebuked and

prophesied,

no
And
The

HOW THE WOMEN WENT


soft

words

rarely

answered back

grim persuasion of whip and rack

If her cry from the whipping-post and

jail

Pierced sharp as the Kenite's driven nail,

woman,

at ease in these

Forbear to judge of thy

happier days,

sister's

ways

How much thy beautiful life may owe


To her faith and courage thou canst not
Nor how from

know,

the paths of thy calm retreat

She smoothed the thorns with her bleeding

feet.

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