Think of thy woman's nature, subdued in hopeless

thrall,

The easy prey

of any, the scoff and scorn of all!"

Oh!-ever as the Tempter spoke, and feeble

Nature's fears

Wrung drop by drop the scalding flow of unavailing tears,

I wrestled down the evil thoughts, and strove in silent prayer,

To feel, oh, Helper of the weak!-that Thou indeed wert there!

I thought of Paul and Silas, within Philippi's cell, And how from Peter's sleeping limbs the prisonshackles fell,

Till I seemed to hear the trailing of an angel's robe of white,

And to feel a blessed presence invisible to sight.

Bless the Lord for all His mercies!-for the peace and love I felt,

Like dew of Hermon's holy hill, upon my spirit melt; When, "Get behind me, Satan! was the language of my heart,

And I felt the Evil Tempter with all his doubts depart.

Slow broke the gray cold morning; again the sunshine fell,

Flecked with the shade of bar and grate within my lonely cell;

The hoar frost melted on the wall, and upward from the street

Came careless laugh and idle word, and tread of passing feet.

At length the heavy bolts fell back, my door was open cast,

And slowly at the sheriff's side, up the long street I passed;

I heard the murmur round me, and felt, but dared not see,

How, from every door and window, the people gazed on me.

And doubt and fear fell on me, shame burned upon my cheek,

Swam earth and sky around me, my trembling limbs grew weak:

"Oh, Lord! support thy handmaid; and from her soul cast out

The fear of man, which brings a snare-the weakness and the doubt."

Then the dreary shadows scattered like a cloud in morning's breeze,

And a low deep voice within me seemed whispering words like these:

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Though thy earth be as the iron, and thy heaven

a brazen wall,

Trust still His loving kindness whose power

all."

is over

We paused at length, where at my feet the sunlit waters broke

Or glaring reach of shining beach, and shingly wall of rock;

The merchant-ships lay idly there, in hard clear lines on high,

Tracing with rope and slender spar their network on the sky.

And there were ancient citizens, cloak-wrapped and grave and cold,

And grim and stout sea-captains with faces bronzed and old,

And on his horse, with Rawson, his cruel clerk at

hand,

Sat dark and haughty Endicott, the ruler of the land.

And poisoning with his evil words the ruler's ready

ear,

The priest leaned o'er his saddle, with laugh and scoff and jeer;

It stirred my soul, and from my lips the seal of silence broke,

As it through woman's weakness a warning spirit

spoke.

I cried, "The Lord rebuke thee, thou smiter of the meek,

Thou robber of the righteous, thou trampler of the weak!

Go light the dark, cold hearth-stones-go turn the prison lock

Of the poor hearts thou hast hunted, thou wolf amid the flock!"

Dark lowered the brows of Endicott, and with a deeper red

O'er Rawson's wine-empurpled cheek the flush of anger spread;

"Good people," quoth the white-lipped priest, "heed not her words so wild,

Her Master speaks within her-the Devil owns his child!"

But gray heads shook, and young brows knit, the while the sheriff read

That law the wicked rulers against the poor have

made,

Who to their house of Rimmon and idol priesthood bring

No bended knee of worship, nor gainful offering.

Then to the stout sea-captains the sheriff turning

said:

"Which of ye, worthy seamen, will take this Quaker maid?

In the Isle of fair Barbadoes, or on Virginia's shore, You may hold her at a higher price than Indian girl or Moor.

Grim and silent stood the captains; and when again he cried,

"Speak out, my worthy seamen !"—no̟ voice, no sign replied;

But I felt a hard hand press my own, and kind words met my ear:

"God bless thee, and preserve thee, my gentle girl and dear!"

A weight seemed lifted from my heart,—a pitying friend was nigh,

I felt it in his hard, rough hand, and saw it in his

eye;

And when again the sheriff spoke, that voice, so kind to me,

Growled back its stormy answer like the roaring of the sea:

"Pile my ship with bars of silver-pack with coins of Spanish gold,

From keel-piece up to deck-plank, the roomage of her hold,

By the living God who made me !—I would sooner in your bay

Sink ship and crew and cargo, than bear this child away!

"Well answered, worthy captain, shame on their - cruel laws!"

Ran through the crowd in murmurs loud the people's just applause.

"Like the herdsman of Tekoa, in Israel of old, Shall we see the poor and righteous again for silver sold?"

I looked on haughty Endicott; with weapon half way drawn,

Swept round the throng his lion glare of bitter hate and scorn;

Fiercely he drew his bridle rein, and turned in silence back,

And sneering priest and baffled clerk rode murmuring in his track.

Hard after them the sheriff looked, in bitterness of soul;

Thrice smote his staff upon the ground, and crushed his parchment roll.

"Good friends," he said, "since both have fled, the ruler and the priest,

Judge ye, if from their further work I be not well released."

Loud was the cheer which, full and clear, swept round the silent bay,

As, with kind words and kinder looks, he bade me go my way;

For He who turns the courses of the streamlet of

the glen,

And the river of great waters, had turned the hearts of men.

Oh, at that hour the very earth seemed changed beneath my eye,

A holier wonder round me rose the blue walls of

the sky,

A lovelier light on rock and hill, and stream and woodland lay,

And softer lapsed on sunnier sands the waters of the bay.