Poems . I. In the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,Distant, secluded, still, the little Tillage of Grand PreLay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward,Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without , that the hands of the farmers had raised with labour incessant,Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gatesOpened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will oer the and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields,Spreading afar and unfenced oer the plain; and away to the northwardBlom
Poems . I. In the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,Distant, secluded, still, the little Tillage of Grand PreLay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward,Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without , that the hands of the farmers had raised with labour incessant,Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gatesOpened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will oer the and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields,Spreading afar and unfenced oer the plain; and away to the northwardBlomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountainsSea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty AtlanticLooked on the happy valley, but neer from their station descended. 4 EVANGELINE. There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian built were the houses, with frames of oak and of chesnut,Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the
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