But just at the right moment The captain seized me by the foot, And drew me from the edge of the vessel, And cried with a peevish laugh, "Doctor, are you possessed by the devil?" XI. PURIFICATION. Remain in thy deep sea-home, Thou insane dream, Which so many a night Hast tortured my heart with a counterfeit happiness, And which now as a vision of the sea Dost threaten me even in the broad daylight. Remain there below to all eternity! And I cast moreover down unto thee All my sorrows and sins, And the cap and bells of folly That have jingled so long upon my head. And the cold, sleek serpent's skin Of dissimulation, Which so long has enwound my soul-- My sick soul, My God-denying, angel-denying Wretched soul. Hilli-ho! Hilli-ho! Here comes the breeze. Up with the sails! They flutter and belly to the wind. Over the treacherous smooth plain Hastens the ship And the emancipated soul rejoices. XII. PEACE. High in heaven stood the sun, Surrounded by white clouds. The sea was calm; And I lay musing on the helm of the ship, Dreamily musing, and, half-awake, Half asleep, I saw Christ, The Savior of the world. In waving white raiment He strode gigantically tall Over land and sea. His head touched heaven, He spread his hands in benediction Over land and sea; And for a heart in his bosom He bore the sun, The red fiery sun, And the red, fiery sun-heart Showered its beams of grace, And its pure love-bestowing light, That illumines and warms Over land and sea. Peals of festal bells drew hither and thither, As swans might draw by chains of roses The smooth-gliding vessel, And sportively drew it to the verdant banks, Where folk dwelt in a lofty-towered Overhanging town. Oh miracle of peace! How quiet was the town! Hushed was the dull murmur of chattering, sweltering Trade. And through the clean, resounding streets, Walked people clad in white, Bearing branches of palm. And when two such would meet, They looked at each other with ardent sympathy And, trembling with love and self denial, Kissed each other's brow, And glanced upward Towards the sun-heart of the Savior, Which in glad propitiation irradiated downward Its crimson blood: And thrice they exclaimed, "Praised be Jesus Christ!"