The Chap-book; semi-monthly . ^^^^m ^^^ Day will no Ion - ger wait -b f r r -g. ^ ^ Dawns pearls are on the sea. . .. P FTjUnj. jj-Ttt^J |J. h-U ^te k - cross the eyes of night, The hands ofday ara ^jrj-^A=f4^- |f^r-f^^ f-T-} \Ln^U.^:i=p:^ pressed, Thine eyes are pale with light; Rest, my be-Ior - ed, rest ^ ^^ ^ 1^-fe ^ ^^ 205 THE MAKING OF MONSIEURLESCARBOTS BALLAD IT WAS a stormy evening of March, i6i i. All day-snow had fallen in a white whirlwind on PortRoyal, winning one by one its points of vantage,and submerging each in turn relentlessly, till now thetiny colony had almost vanished in
The Chap-book; semi-monthly . ^^^^m ^^^ Day will no Ion - ger wait -b f r r -g. ^ ^ Dawns pearls are on the sea. . .. P FTjUnj. jj-Ttt^J |J. h-U ^te k - cross the eyes of night, The hands ofday ara ^jrj-^A=f4^- |f^r-f^^ f-T-} \Ln^U.^:i=p:^ pressed, Thine eyes are pale with light; Rest, my be-Ior - ed, rest ^ ^^ ^ 1^-fe ^ ^^ 205 THE MAKING OF MONSIEURLESCARBOTS BALLAD IT WAS a stormy evening of March, i6i i. All day-snow had fallen in a white whirlwind on PortRoyal, winning one by one its points of vantage,and submerging each in turn relentlessly, till now thetiny colony had almost vanished in the drifts. Signs of outline there were none. The great stonegateway at the southeast, carven above with the fleur-de-lis, was dim and shapeless even to the sentry in theguard-room beside it; the bastion to the southwest, itsfour cannon quite buried, melted vaguely into the dark-ness. Snow lay everywhere. The gabled houses wereturned into white misshapen monsters, and strange fan-tastic mounds stretched across the Square. Even the flagof France in the centre, beneath which the Seigneur ofPort Royal stood each ye
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