Lo! in the midst of this scene, a breathless messenger entered,
  Bringing in hurry and heat the terrible news from the village. 
  Yes; Miles Standish was dead!—­an Indian had brought them
      the tidings,—­
  Slain by a poisoned arrow, shot down in the front of the battle,
  Into an ambush beguiled, cut off with the whole of his forces; 905
  All the town would be burned, and all the people be murdered! 
  Such were the tidings of evil that burst on the hearts of the hearers. 
  Silent and statue-like stood Priscilla, her face looking backward
  Still at the face of the speaker, her arms uplifted in horror;
  But John Alden upstarting, as if the barb of the arrow 910
  Piercing the heart of his friend had struck his own, and sundered
  Once and forever the bonds that held him bound as a captive,
  Wild with excess of sensation, the awful delight of his freedom,
  Mingled with pain and regret, unconscious of what he was doing,
  Clasped, almost with a groan, the motionless form of Priscilla, 915
  Pressing her close to his heart, as forever his own, and exclaiming: 
  “Those whom the Lord hath united, let no man put them asunder!”

  Even as rivulets twain, from distant and separate sources,
  Seeing each other afar, as they leap from the rocks, and pursuing,
  Each one its devious path, but drawing nearer and hearer, 930
  Rush together at last, at their trysting-place in the forest;
  So these lives that had run thus far in separate channels,
  Coming in sight of each other, then swerving and flowing asunder,
  Parted by barriers strong, but drawing nearer and nearer,
  Rushed together at last, and one was lost in the other. 925

  IX

  THE WEDDING-DAY.

  Forth from the curtain of clouds, from the tent of purple and scarlet,
  Issued the sun, the great High-Priest,[54] in his garments resplendent,
  Holiness unto the Lord, in letters of light, on his forehead,
  Round the hem of his robe the golden bells and pomegranates. 
  Blessing the world he came, and the bars of vapor beneath him 930
  Gleamed like a grate of brass, and the sea at his feet was a laver![55]

  This was the wedding morn of Priscilla the Puritan maiden. 
  Friends were assembled together; the Elder and Magistrate also
  Graced the scene with their presence, and stood like the Law
      and the Gospel,
  One with the sanction of earth and one with the blessing of heaven. 935
  Simple and brief was the wedding as that of Ruth and of Boaz.[56]
  Softly the youth and the maiden repeated the words of betrothal,
  Taking each other for husband and wife in the Magistrate’s presence,
  After the Puritan way, and the laudable custom of Holland,
  Fervently then and devoutly, the excellent Elder of Plymouth 940
  Prayed for the hearth and the home, that were founded that day
      in affection,
  Speaking of life and of death and imploring Divine benedictions.