Told the purport of his mission, 130 Then the joyous Hiawatha Cried aloud and spake in this wise: 'Beautiful is the sun, O strangers, When you come so far to see us! All our town in peace awaits you; All our doors, stand open for you; You shall enter all our wigwams, 75 For the heart's right hand we give you. 135 Told them of the Virgin Mary, And the chiefs made answer, saying: Then they rose up and departed 140 145 150 Whom the Master of Life had sent them From the shining land of Wabun. 95 Heavy with the heat and silence But my guests I leave behind me; Listen to their words of wisdom, Whispered to it, 'Westward! westward!' One long track and trail of splendor, Sailed into the fiery sunset, Sailed into the purple vapors, Sailed into the dusk of evening. And the people from the margin Like the new moon slowly, slowly 200 205 210 215 220 225 THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH V THE SAILING OF THE MAY FLOWER Just in the gray of the dawn, as the mists uprose from the meadows, There was a stir and a sound in the slumbering village of Plymouth; Clanging and clicking of arms, and the order imperative, Forward!' Given in tone suppressed, a tramp of feet, and then silence. Figures ten, in the mist, march slowly out of the village. · 5 Standish the stalwart it was, with eight of 15 Many a mile had they marched, when at length the village of Plymouth Woke from its sleep, and arose, intent on its manifold labors. Sweet was the air and soft; and slowly the smoke from the chimneys Rose over roofs of thatch, and pointed stead ily eastward; Men came forth from the doors, and paused and talked of the weather, Said that the wind had changed, and was blowing fair for the May Flower; 20 Often the heart of the youth had burned and yearned to embrace him, Often his lips had essayed to speak, imploring for pardon; All the old friendship came back, with its tender and grateful emotions; 60 But his pride overmastered the nobler na ture within him,— Pride, and the sense of his wrong, and the burning fire of the insult. So he beheld his friend departing in anger, but spake not, Saw him go forth to danger, perhaps to death, and he spake not! Then he arose from his bed, and heard what 65 the people were saying, Joined in the talk at the door, with Stephen and Richard and Gilbert, Joined in the morning prayer, and in the reading of Scripture, And, with the others, in haste went hurrying down to the sea-shore, Down to the Plymouth Rock, that had been to their feet as a doorstep Into a world unknown,- the corner-stone of a nation! 70 Mournfully sobbed the waves at the base of the rocks, and above them Bowed and whispered the wheat on the hill of death, and their kindred Seemed to awake in their graves, and to join in the prayer that they uttered. 135 Sun-illumined and white, on the eastern verge of the ocean Gleamed the departing sail, like a marble slab in a graveyard; Buried beneath it lay forever all hope of escaping. Lo! as they turned to depart, they saw the form of an Indian, Watching them from the hill; but while they spake with each other, 140 60 Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, As it rose above the graves on the hill, 70 But lingers and gazes, till full on his sight A second lamp in the belfry burns! |