Poems . 2 EVANGELINE. This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath itLeaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman ?Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers, —Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven ?Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers for ever departed !Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of OctoberSeize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far oer the but tradition remains of the
Poems . 2 EVANGELINE. This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath itLeaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman ?Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers, —Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven ?Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers for ever departed !Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of OctoberSeize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far oer the but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand Pre. Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient,Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of womans devotion,List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest;List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the
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