125 With his boyhood's love, on his native town, Where, written, as if on its hills and plains, His burden of prophecy yet remains, 13C For the voices of wood, and wave, and wind "As long as Plum Island, to guard the coast 135 Or red-backed perch, in Crane Pond swim; The green, grass meadows by Turkey Hill; As long as a wandering pigeon shall search 150 And the yellow rows in pairs to set; 130. This prophecy in very rhythmic prose was first published in Sewall's Phænomena Quadam Apocalyptica. It will De found in Coffin's History of Newburyport and in The Bodleys on Wheels, pp. 207, 208. 155 But, husked by Death in the Planter's sight, Be sown again in the fields of light!" The Island still is purple with plums, The sturgeon leaps, and the wild-fowl feeds 160 On hillside berries and marish seeds, All the beautiful signs remain, From spring-time sowing to autumn rain 165 That the Silent Angel who garners man X. MAUD MULLER. Maud Muller, on a summer's day, Beneath her torn hat glowed the wealth 5 Singing she wrought, and her merry glee The mock-bird echoed from his tree. But when she glanced to the far-off town, |