The courtship of Miles Standish . pirit, and rapt in a vision prophetic,Baring his hoary head, the excellent Elder of Plymouth Said, Let us pray! and they prayed, and thanked the Lord and took sobbed the waves at the base of the rock, and above themBowed and whispered the wheat on the hill of death, and their kindredSeemed to awake in their graves, and to join in the prayer that they and white, on the eastern verge of the oceanGleamed the departing sail, like a marble slab in a graveyard;Buried beneath it lay for ever all hope of ! as they tu
The courtship of Miles Standish . pirit, and rapt in a vision prophetic,Baring his hoary head, the excellent Elder of Plymouth Said, Let us pray! and they prayed, and thanked the Lord and took sobbed the waves at the base of the rock, and above themBowed and whispered the wheat on the hill of death, and their kindredSeemed to awake in their graves, and to join in the prayer that they and white, on the eastern verge of the oceanGleamed the departing sail, like a marble slab in a graveyard;Buried beneath it lay for ever all hope of ! as they turned to depart, they saw the form of an Indian,Watching them from the hill; but while they spake with each other,Pointing with outstretched hands, and saying, Look! he had they returned to their homes; but Alden lingered a little,Musing alone on the shore, and watching the wash of the billowsRound the base of the rock, and the sparkle and flash of the sunshine,Like the spirit of God, moving visibly over the waters. 96.
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