The Liberator, Boston, MA; date: 21JAN1859: Mayflower Poetry

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The Liberator, Boston, MA; date: 21JAN1859: Mayflower Poetry - n: Mr. r. .' J . , e t POETKY. From th Hew...
n: Mr. r. .' J . , e t POETKY. From th Hew Borer, published In ISM. COURTSHIP Or CAFT. MILES BTAUDISH. A true Historical Romance. bt mosss bcilixs, 1792. About this rather Angular production, a word or two teema necessary. Whether it be really a genuine atfcpn or more modern imitation it a question for critics to discus. We can only throw such light upon it aa wa happen to possess, and auch aa the document bean on the face of it. " In order to ascertain whether the ballad was founded founded in truth, we hare turned to some old New England England Chronicles, and find that the whole story is true to the letter. Capt. Miles Standish did come OTer in the Mayflower, Mayflower, and his wife's name was Rose. Mr. John Aides) Aides) and Mr. William Mullins were among the number number that came over in the same vessel. Mr. William Mullins had a daughter whose name was Priscilla, and the main incident, according to the chronicles, actually occurred precisely as related in the poem. BALLAD. Miles Standish in the Mayflower came Across the stormy wave. And in that little band was none Mora generous or brave. Midst cold December's sleet and snow On Plymouth rock they land ; . Weak were their hands but strong their hearts, That pious pilgrim band. ." Oh, sad it was in their poor huts To hear the storm-wind storm-wind storm-wind blow ; And terrible at midnight hour When yelled the savage foe. ' And when the savage, grim and dire. His bloody work began, . For a champion brave, I have been told, - Miles Standish was the man. But oh, hia heart was made to bow With grief and painfull low, For aickness on the pilgrim band Now dealt a dreadful blow. In arms of death so fast they fell, ' " They scarce were buried, And his desr wife, whose name was Rose, Was laid among the dead.- dead.- His sorrow was not loud, but deep - . For her he did bemoan ; And such keen anguish wrung his heart, . He could not live alone. Then to John Alden he did speak ; John Alden was his friend ; And said, Friend John, unto my wish I pray thee now attend. My heart is sad, 'tis very sad, " : - . ; My poor wife Rose has gone ; And in this wild and savage land I cannot live alone. To Mr. William Mullins, then, I wish you would repair, And see if he will give me leave To wed his daughter fair.' Priscilla was his daughter's nsme. Comely and fair was she, And kind of heart she was, withal. As any maid could be. John Alden, to oblige his friend, Straightway to Mullins went, And told his errand like a man, And asked for his consent. Now Mr. Mullins was a sire Quite rational and kind, And such consent would never give Against his daughter's mind. He told John Alden if his child . Should be inclined that way, ' And Captain Standish was her choice, lie had no more to say. He then called in his daughter dear, And straightway did retire, That she might with more freedom speak, In absence of her sire. John Alden had a bright blue eye, And was a handsome man, ' And, when he spoke, a pleasant look O'er all his features ran. lie rose, and in a courteous way , His errand did declare, And said, Fair maid, what word shall I To Captain Standish bear z ' Warm blushes glowed upon the cheeka Of that fair maiden then ; At first she turned away her eyes, Then looked at John again ; 'And then, with downcast, modest mien, . She said, with trembling tone, Now prithee, John, why dost thou not -. -. - Speak for thyself alone ?. t " 'Deep red then "grew John Alden's face, -He -He bade the maid good bye ; ' But well she read, before he went, The language of his eye. - No matter what . the language said. Which in that eye was rife , In one short month, Priscilla was John Alden's loving wife. THE ROCK In the Valley of the El Qhor. BT JOHJf . WH1TTIKR. ' Dead Petra in her hill-tomb hill-tomb hill-tomb sleeps, s", "Her stones of emptiness remain ; Around her sculptured misery sleeps - The lonely waste of Edora's plain. From the doomed dwellers in the cleft - The bow of vengeance turned not back : - 'Of all the myriads, none are'left - .- .- r , Y ' " Along the Wady Mousa's track. ' Clear in the hot Arabian day " Her arches spring, her statues climb ; Unchanged, the graven wonders pay No tribute to the spoiler, Time I Unchanged the awful lithograph . Of power and glory undertrod, ' ,. Of nations scattered like the chaff . - Blown from the threshing-floor threshing-floor threshing-floor of God. Yet shall the thoughtful stranger turn t From Petra's gates with deeper awe. To mark afar the burial urn . Of Aaron on the clifl of Hor. ' And where upon its ancient guard I, The Rock, El Ghor, is standing yet. Looks from -it -it turret desert- desert- ward, And keep the watch that God has set, The same as when, in thunders loud, 1 It heard the voice of God to man ; As when it saw in fire and cloud "... The angels walk in Israel's van ! " j, . : Or when from Esion-Gebers Esion-Gebers Esion-Gebers way . - L. It saw the long procession file, And heard the Hebrew timbrels play The music of the lordly Nile. 't"t-'' 't"t-'' 't"t-'' : Or saw the tabernacle pause, ' ' : : - Cloud-bound, Cloud-bound, Cloud-bound, by Kadssh Barnea's wells,' - v While Moses graved the sacred laws, 4 And Aaron swung his golden bells. Rock of the desert, prophet -sung -sung ! mr -'jjow -'jjow grew iu shadowing Je t length, .J A' av'imtml tn this TTehrew tonffue.' .'. .OlWflod'i stirssl love and strength. or to a n no I 1 of .

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