Poems . ed in the ashes,Merrily laughed, and said they were nuns going into the chapel. 12 EVANGELINE. Oft on sledges in winter, as swift as the swoop of the eagle,Down the hill-side bounding, they glided away oer the in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters,Seeking with eager eyes that w^ondrous stone, which the swallowBrings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings;Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow !Thus passed a few. swift years, and they no longer were was a valiant youth, and his face, like the
Poems . ed in the ashes,Merrily laughed, and said they were nuns going into the chapel. 12 EVANGELINE. Oft on sledges in winter, as swift as the swoop of the eagle,Down the hill-side bounding, they glided away oer the in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters,Seeking with eager eyes that w^ondrous stone, which the swallowBrings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings;Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of the swallow !Thus passed a few. swift years, and they no longer were was a valiant youth, and his face, like the face of the morning,Gladdened the earth with its light, and ripened thought into was a woman now, with the heart and hopes of a woman. Sunshine of Saint Eulalie was she called; for that was the sunshineWhich, as the farmers believed, would load their orchards with apples ;She, too, would bring to her husbands house delight and abundance,Filling it full of loye and the ruddy faces of EVANGELINE.
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