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Faltered and paused on his lips, as the feet of a

child on a threshold, Hushed by the scene he beholds, and the awful

presence of sorrow. Silently, therefore, he laid his hand on the head

of the maiden, Raising his eyes, full of tears, to the silent stars

that above them Moved on their way, unperturbed by the wrongs

and sorrows of mortals. Then sat he down at her side, and they wept

together in silence.

Suddenly rose from the south a light, as in

autumn the blood-red Moon climbs the crystal walls of heaven, and

o'er the horizon Titan-like stretches its hundred hands upon

mountain and meadow,

Seizing the rocks and the rivers, and piling huge

shadows together. Broader and ever broader it gleamed on the roofs

of the village, Gleamed on the sky and the sea, and the ships

that lay in the roadstead. Columns of shining smoke uprose, and flashes of

flame were Thrust through their folds and withdrawn, like

the quivering hands of a martyr. Then as the wind seized the gleeds and the burn

ing thatch, and, uplifting, Whirled them aloft through the air, at once from

a hundred house-tops Started the sheeted smoke with flashes of flame


These things beheld in dismay the crowd on

the shore and on shipboard.

Speechless at first they stood, then cried aloud in

their anguish, “ We shall behold no more our homes in the

village of Grand-Pré !Loud on a sudden the cocks began to crow in the

farm-yards, Thinking the day had dawned ; and anon the

lowing of cattle Came on the evening breeze, by the barking of

dogs interrupted. Then rose a sound of dread, such as startles the

sleeping encampments Far in the western prairies or forests that skirt

the Nebraska, When the wild horses affrighted sweep by with

the speed of the whirlwind, Or the loud bellowing herds of buffaloes rush to

the river. Such was the sound that arose on the night, as

the herds and the horses

Broke through their folds and fences, and madly

rushed o'er the meadows.

Overwhelmed with the sight, yet speechless,

the priest and the maiden Gazed on the scene of terror that reddened and

widened before them ; And as they turned at length to speak to their

silent companion, Lo! from his seat he had fallen, and stretched

abroad on the sea-shore Motionless lay his form, from which the soul had

departed. Slowly the priest uplifted the lifeless head, and

the maiden Knelt at her father's side, and wailed aloud in her

terror. Then in a swoon she sank, and lay with her head

on his bosom.

Through the long night she lay in deep, oblivious

slumber; And when she woke from the trance, she beheld

a multitude near her. Faces of friends she beheld, that were mournfully

gazing upon her, Pallid, with tearful eyes, and looks of saddest

compassion: Still the blaze of the burning village illumined the

landscape, Reddened the sky overhead, and gleamed on the

faces around her, And like the day of doom it seemed to her wa

vering senses. Then a familiar voice she heard, as it said to the

people, “ Let us bury him here by the sea. When a

happier season Brings us again to our homes from the unknown

land of our exile,

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