The courtship of Miles Standish . stood like the Law and the Gospel,One with the sanction of earth and one with the blessing of and brief was the wedding, as that of Ruth and of the youth and the maiden repeated the words of betrothal,Taking each other for husband and wife in the Magistrates presence,After the Puritan way, and the laudable custom of then, and devoutly, the excellent Elder of PlymouthVrsijed for the hearth and the home, that were founded that day in affection,Speaking of life and of death, and imploring divine benedictions. Lo! when t
The courtship of Miles Standish . stood like the Law and the Gospel,One with the sanction of earth and one with the blessing of and brief was the wedding, as that of Ruth and of the youth and the maiden repeated the words of betrothal,Taking each other for husband and wife in the Magistrates presence,After the Puritan way, and the laudable custom of then, and devoutly, the excellent Elder of PlymouthVrsijed for the hearth and the home, that were founded that day in affection,Speaking of life and of death, and imploring divine benedictions. Lo! when the service was ended, a form appeared on the threshold,Clad in armor of steel, a somber and sorrowful figure!Why does the bridegroom start and stare at the strange apparition ?Why does the bride turn pale, and hide her face on his shoulder ?Is it a phantom of air,—a bodiless, spectral illusion ?Is it a ghost from the grave, that has come to forbid the betrothal?Long had it stood there unseen, a guest uninvited, unwelcomed; 144. THE, WE/DDING-DAY Over its clouded eyes there had passed at times an expressionSoftening the gloom and revealing the warm heart hidden beneath them,As when across the sky the driving rack of the rain-cloudGrows for a moment thin, and betrays the sun by its it had lifted its hand, and moved its lips, but was silent,As if an iron will had mastered the fleeting when were ended the troth and the prayer and the last benediction,Into the room it strode, and the people beheld with amazementBodily there in his armor Miles Standish, the Captain of Plymouth!Grasping the bridegrooms hand, he said with emotion, Forgive me!I have been angry and hurt,—too long have I cherished the feeling;I have been cruel and hard, but now, thank God! it is is the same hot blood that leaped in the veins of Hugh Standish,Sensitive, swift to resent, but as swift in atoning for so much as now was Miles Standish the friend of John
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