Poems . st ever thy jest and thy ballad!Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou, when others are filled withGloomy forebodings of ill, and see only ruin before art thou, as* if every day thou hadst picked up a a moment, to take the pipe that Evangeline brought him,And with a coal from the embers had lighted, he slowly continued : — Four days now are passed since the English ships at their anchorsRide in the Gasperaus mouth, with their cannon pointed against their design may be is unknown; but all are commandedOn the morrow to meet in the church, where His Majest
Poems . st ever thy jest and thy ballad!Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou, when others are filled withGloomy forebodings of ill, and see only ruin before art thou, as* if every day thou hadst picked up a a moment, to take the pipe that Evangeline brought him,And with a coal from the embers had lighted, he slowly continued : — Four days now are passed since the English ships at their anchorsRide in the Gasperaus mouth, with their cannon pointed against their design may be is unknown; but all are commandedOn the morrow to meet in the church, where His Majestys mandate D 18 EVANGELINE. Will be proclaimed as law in the land. Alas! in the meantime Many surmises of evil alarm the hearts of the people. Then made answer the farmer: — Perhaps some friendlier purpose Brings these ships to our shores. Perhaps the harvests in England By the untimely rains or untimelier heat have been blighted, And from our bursting barns they would feed their cattle and Not so thinkcth the folk in the village, said, warmly, the blacksmith,Shaking his head, as in doubt; then, heaving a sigh, he continued: — EVANGELINE. 19 Louisburg is not forgotten, nor Beau Sejour, nor Port }r already have fled to the forest, and lurk on its outskirts,Waiting with anxious hearts the dubious fate of have been taken from us, and warlike weapons of all kinds;Nothing is left but the blacksmiths sledge and the scythe of the with a pleasant smile made answer the jovial farmer:— Safer are we unarmed, in the midst of our flocks and our corn fields,Safer within these peaceful dikes, besieged by the ocean,Than were our father in forts, besieged by the enemys no evil, my friend, and to-night may no shadow of sorrowFall on this house and hearth; for this is the night of the are the house and the barn. The merry lads of the villageStrongly have built them and well; and, breaking the glebe round about them,F
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