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485 Sang they, and fell on their knees, and their souls,

with devotion translated, Rose on the ardor of prayer, like Elijah ascending

to heaven.

Meanwhile had spread in the village the tidings

of ill, and on all sides Wandered, wailing, from house to house the

women and children. Long at her father's door Evangeline stood, with

her right hand 490 Shielding her eyes from the level rays of the sun,

that, descending, Lighted the village street with mysterious splendor,

and roofed each Peasant's cottage with golden thatch, and embla

zoned its windows. Long within had been spread the snow-white cloth

on the table; There stood the wheaten loaf, and the honey fra

grant with wild-flowers; 495 There stood the tankard of ale, and the cheese

fresh brought from the dairy; And at the head of the board the great arm-chair

of the farmer. Thus did Evangeline wait at her father's door, as

the sunset Threw the long shadows of trees o’er the broad

ambrosial meadows. Ahl on her spirit within a deeper shadow had

fallen, 500 And from the fields of her soul a fragrance celes

tial ascended, 492. To emblazon is literally to adorn anything with ensigns armorial. It was often the custom to work these ensigns into the design of painted windows.

Charity, meekness, love, and hope, and forgive

ness, and patience! Then, all-forgetful of self, she wandered into the

village, Cheering with looks and words the mournful hearts

of the women, As o'er the darkening fields with lingering steps

they departed, 505 Urged by their household cares, and the weary

feet of their children.. Down sank the great red sun, and in golden,

glimmering vapors Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet de

scending from Sinai. Sweetly over the village the bell of the Angelus


Meanwhile, amid the gloom, by the church

Evangeline lingered. 510 All was silent within; and in vain at the door and

the windows Stood she, and listened and looked, until, over

come by emotion, “ Gabriel!” cried she aloud with tremulous voice;

but no answer Came from the graves of the dead, nor the gloom

ier grave of the living. Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless

house of her father. 515 Smouldered the fire on the hearth, on the board

was the supper untasted, Empty and drear was each room, and haunted

with phantoms of terror. Sadly echoed her step on the stair and the floor of In the dead of the night she heard the disconso

her chamber.

late rain fall
Loud on the withered leaves of the sycamore-tree

by the window.
520 Keenly the lightning flashed; and the voice of the

echoing thunder
Told her that God was in heaven, and governed

the world he created!
Then she remembered the tale she had heard of

the justice of Heaven;
Sootbed was her troubled soul, and she peacefully

slumbered till morning.

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Four times the sun had risen and set; and now on

the fifth day
525 Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of

the farm-house.
Soon o'er the yellow fields, in silent and mournful

Came from the neighboring hamlets and farms the

Acadian women,
Driving in ponderous wains their household goods

to the sea-shore,
Pausing and looking back to gaze once more on

their dwellings,
530 Ere they were shut from sight by the winding

road and the woodland.
Close at their sides their children ran, and urged

on the oxen,
While in their little hands they clasped some frag.

ments of playthings.

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Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth they hurried ;

and there on the sea-beach

Piled in confusion lay the household goods of the

peasants. 535 All day long between the shore and the ships did

the boats ply; All day long the wains came laboring down from

the village. Late in the afternoon, when the sun was near to

his setting, Echoed far o'er the fields came the roll of drums

from the churchyard. Thither the women and children thronged. On a

sudden the church-doors 540 Opened, and forth came the guard, and marching

in gloomy procession Followed the long-imprisoned, but patient, Aca

dian farmers. Even as pilgrims, who journey afar from their

homes and their country, Sing as they go, and in singing forget they are

weary and wayworn, So with songs on their lips the Acadian peasants

descended 545 Down from the church to the shore, amid their

wives and their daughters. Foremost the young men came; and, raising to

gether their voices, Sang with tremulous lips a chant of the Catholic

Missions :“ Sacred heart of the Saviour! O inexhaustible

. fountain! Fill our hearts this day with strength and submis

sion and patience !”. 550 Then the old men, as they marched, and the

women that stood by the wayside

Joined in the sacred psalm, and the birds in the

sunshine above them Mingled their notes therewith, like voices of spir

its departed.

Half-way down to the shore Evangeline waited

in silence, Not overcome with grief, but strong in the hour

of affliction, 555 Calmly and sadly she waited, until the procession

approached her, And she beheld the face of Gabriel pale with

emotion. Tears then filled her eyes, and, eagerly running

to meet him, Clasped she his hands, and laid her head on his

shoulder, and whispered, “ Gabriell be of good cheer! for if we love one

another 560 Nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mis

chances may happen!” Smiling she spake these words; then suddenly

paused, for her father Saw she slowly advancing. Alas! how changed

was his aspect! Gone was the glow from his cheek, and the fire

from his eye, and his footstep Heavier seemed with the weight of the heavy

heart in his bosom. 565 But with a smile and a sigh, she clasped his neck

and embraced him, Speaking words of endearment where words of

comfort availed not. Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth moved on that

mournful procession.

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