Williams," it said, "I come on message here, XXIV. "Thou art to voyage an unexplored flood; No chart is there thy lonely bark to steer; But when the welcome of Whatcheer! Whatcheer!! XXV. The stranger ceased, and gently past away, Though Williams kindly strove him to detain, "Williams perchance I shall behold again Thee when thou seest a more auspicious day, Where joys man's faith in Nature's liberty." XXVI. The stranger past, and Williams by the fire, XXVII. 'Twas strange! Mysterious!-Yet if dream it were, 'Twas such as prophets old had often known, When Jacob saw the Heaven-ascending stair, And Joseph hoarded for the dearth foreshown, Ah! did the Omniscient hear his earnest prayer, XXVIII. He sought for rest; but little did delight, Of slumber calm our Father then I trow; Still mused he on the toils of morrow's flight, Or shun the following quest of eager foe, XXIX. And if by fits came intervening sleep, Through deserts wild and rugged roved his soul, XXX. Morn came at last; and by the dawning gray, Oh! shall he now that blissful slumber break? Within the mind its mightier powers awake, XXXI. "Mary!" (she woke) "prepare my travelling gear, My pocket compass and my raiment strong, My flint and steel to yield the needful fire- My hatchet too-its service I require, XXXII. "What! goest thou Roger in this chilling storm? From thee and me until it fails to roar- Of hungry wolves, and beasts in human form." XXXIII. "Cease, cease, my Mary, thou dost e'en complain That Heaven does kindly interpose to save Does wing this tempest's fury to restrain The quest of foes, and prompts my soul to brave The desert's perils, that I may maintain The conscience free, 'gainst those who would enslaveWait till the storm shall cease to sweep the plain, And we are doomed to cross yon heaving main.” XXXIV. No more he said, for she in silence went From place to place until her task was o'er; Till he had gained the distant wilds secure— XXXV. Then he to Heaven his weeping spouse commends- To breast the driving storm and chilling cold; His wife remains, and from the window sends A glance that all her heaving bosom told— Dimly she marks him as his course he bends O'er the white fields, and to'ard the woods extends. XXXVI. To show him parting, to the light she rears His child unconscious yet of human wo, And oft its guileless silver voice she hears, "Oh! Where goes father through the driving snow." Deeply her bosom at its accents stirs, "He does my child to the wild red men go, To seek protection from hard brethren here, For thee and me and all to him that's dear." XXXVII. So forth he ventured-even like the dove Which earliest left the angel guarded ark ; On weary pinions hovered she above The vast of waters, heaving wild and dark, Over waste realms of death, whilst still she strove Some peak emergent from the flood to mark, Where she might rest above the billows' sweep, And build a stormy home 'mid that unquiet deep. XXXVIII. In boundless forests now our founder trod, And South-west far his doubtful course he took ; The lofty pines and cedars round him nod Loud roars the tempest through the leafless oak; And still the storms descending torrents choke XXXIX. Of the wide forests that before him lay: His ever steady onward pace alone Told that from home he lengthened yet his way, Whilst the like forms-the same drear hollow moan, Seemed lingering around him yet to stay, XL. Impedes her course, and makes all labor vain. The same firm spirit.-Think ye he would bow, Whom God had summoned from the bigot's slough To plant Religious Freedom, and maintain Her standard firm on fair Mooshausick's plain ! XLI. Above his head the branches writhe and bend, Or in the mingled wreck their ruin flies— The storm redoubles, and the whirlwinds blend The rising snow-drift with descending skies; And oft the crags a friendly shelter lend His breathless bosom, and his sightless eyes; But, when the transient gust its fury spends, He through the storm again upon his journey wends. XLII. Still truly does his course the magnet keep— Yet still he joys whene'er the torrent's leap, Or crag abrupt, or thicket dense, or swamp's far sweep XLIII. Assures him progress,-From gray morn till noon- The evening's gathering darkness had begun |