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PRISCILLA, THE PILGRIM MAIDEN.*

Through the Plymouth woods John Alden went on his errand;

Came to an open space, and saw the disk of the ocean, Sailless, sombre, and cold with the comfortless breath of the east-wind;

Saw the new-built house, and people at work in a meadow;

Heard, as he drew near the door, the musical voice of Priscilla

Singing the hundredth Psalm, the grand old Puritan anthem,

Music that Luther sang to the sacred words of the Psalmist,

Full of the breath of the Lord, consoling and comforting

many.

Then, as he opened the door, he beheld the form of the maiden

Seated beside her wheel, and the carded wool like a snow-drift

Piled at her knee, her white hands feeding the ravenous spindle,

While with her foot on the treadle she guided the wheel in its motion.

* Priscilla Mullins, afterwards the wife of John Alden, above alluded to.

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