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Verse
after
verse
was
sung
;
and
still
the
chorus
of
the
desert
swelled
between
like
the
deepest
tone
of
a
mighty
organ
;
and
with
the
final
peal
of
that
dreadful
anthem
there
came
a
sound
,
as
if
the
roaring
wind
,
the
rushing
streams
,
the
howling
beasts
,
and
every
other
voice
of
the
unconcerted
wilderness
were
mingling
and
according
with
the
voice
of
guilty
man
in
homage
to
the
prince
of
all
.
The
four
blazing
pines
threw
up
a
loftier
flame
,
and
obscurely
discovered
shapes
and
visages
of
horror
on
the
smoke
wreaths
above
the
impious
assembly
.
At
the
same
moment
the
fire
on
the
rock
shot
redly
forth
and
formed
a
glowing
arch
above
its
base
,
where
now
appeared
a
figure
.
With
reverence
be
it
spoken
,
the
figure
bore
no
slight
similitude
,
both
in
garb
and
manner
,
to
some
grave
divine
of
the
New
England
churches
.
"
Bring
forth
the
converts
!
"
cried
a
voice
that
echoed
through
the
field
and
rolled
into
the
forest
.
At
the
word
,
Goodman
Brown
stepped
forth
from
the
shadow
of
the
trees
and
approached
the
congregation
,
with
whom
he
felt
a
loathful
brotherhood
by
the
sympathy
of
all
that
was
wicked
in
his
heart
.
He
could
have
well
-
nigh
sworn
that
the
shape
of
his
own
dead
father
beckoned
him
to
advance
,
looking
downward
from
a
smoke
wreath
,
while
a
woman
,
with
dim
features
of
despair
,
threw
out
her
hand
to
warn
him
back
.
Was
it
his
mother
?
But
he
had
no
power
to
retreat
one
step
,
nor
to
resist
,
even
in
thought
,
when
the
minister
and
good
old
Deacon
Gookin
seized
his
arms
and
led
him
to
the
blazing
rock
.
Thither
came
also
the
slender
form
of
a
veiled
female
,
led
between
Goody
Cloyse
,
that
pious
teacher
of
the
catechism
,
and
Martha
Carrier
,
who
had
received
the
devil
’
s
promise
to
be
queen
of
hell
.
A
rampant
hag
was
she
.
And
there
stood
the
proselytes
beneath
the
canopy
of
fire
.
"
Welcome
,
my
children
,
"
said
the
dark
figure
,
"
to
the
communion
of
your
race
.
Ye
have
found
thus
young
your
nature
and
your
destiny
.
My
children
,
look
behind
you
!
"
They
turned
;
and
flashing
forth
,
as
it
were
,
in
a
sheet
of
flame
,
the
fiend
worshippers
were
seen
;
the
smile
of
welcome
gleamed
darkly
on
every
visage
.
"
There
,
"
resumed
the
sable
form
,
"
are
all
whom
ye
have
reverenced
from
youth
.
Ye
deemed
them
holier
than
yourselves
,
and
shrank
from
your
own
sin
,
contrasting
it
with
their
lives
of
righteousness
and
prayerful
aspirations
heavenward
.
Yet
here
are
they
all
in
my
worshipping
assembly
.
This
night
it
shall
be
granted
you
to
know
their
secret
deeds
:
how
hoary
-
bearded
elders
of
the
church
have
whispered
wanton
words
to
the
young
maids
of
their
households
;
how
many
a
woman
,
eager
for
widows
’
weeds
,
has
given
her
husband
a
drink
at
bedtime
and
let
him
sleep
his
last
sleep
in
her
bosom
;
how
beardless
youths
have
made
haste
to
inherit
their
fathers
’
wealth
;
and
how
fair
damsels
—
blush
not
,
sweet
ones
—
have
dug
little
graves
in
the
garden
,
and
bidden
me
,
the
sole
guest
to
an
infant
’
s
funeral
.
By
the
sympathy
of
your
human
hearts
for
sin
ye
shall
scent
out
all
the
places
—
whether
in
church
,
bedchamber
,
street
,
field
,
or
forest
—
where
crime
has
been
committed
,
and
shall
exult
to
behold
the
whole
earth
one
stain
of
guilt
,
one
mighty
blood
spot
.
Far
more
than
this
.
It
shall
be
yours
to
penetrate
,
in
every
bosom
,
the
deep
mystery
of
sin
,
the
fountain
of
all
wicked
arts
,
and
which
inexhaustibly
supplies
more
evil
impulses
than
human
power
—
than
my
power
at
its
utmost
—
can
make
manifest
in
deeds
.
And
now
,
my
children
,
look
upon
each
other
.
"
They
did
so
;
and
,
by
the
blaze
of
the
hell
-
kindled
torches
,
the
wretched
man
beheld
his
Faith
,
and
the
wife
her
husband
,
trembling
before
that
unhallowed
altar
.
"
Lo
,
there
ye
stand
,
my
children
,
"
said
the
figure
,
in
a
deep
and
solemn
tone
,
almost
sad
with
its
despairing
awfulness
,
as
if
his
once
angelic
nature
could
yet
mourn
for
our
miserable
race
.
"
Depending
upon
one
another
’
s
hearts
,
ye
had
still
hoped
that
virtue
were
not
all
a
dream
.
Now
are
ye
undeceived
.
Evil
is
the
nature
of
mankind
.
Evil
must
be
your
only
happiness
.
Welcome
again
,
my
children
,
to
the
communion
of
your
race
.
"
