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Page 222 - So passed the morning away. And lo ! with a summons sonorous Sounded the bell from its tower, and over the meadows a drum beat. Thronged erelong was the church with men.
Page 227 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics. Neither locks had they to their doors nor bars to their window.s ; But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of the owners ; There the richest was poor, and the poorest lived in abundance.
Page 116 - The memory of the Red Man How can it pass away, While their names of music linger On each mount, and stream, and bay?
Page 140 - General, and Commander-inChief of all His Majesty's Forces within the Colonies lying on the Atlantic Ocean, from Nova Scotia to West Florida, inclusive...
Page 141 - By virtue of the power and authority in me vested I do hereby constitute and appoint you to be captain in the corps of Loyal Rangers, whereof Edward Jessup, Esq., is Major-Commandant.
Page 213 - They could not sing the songs of home, in their captivity. But the simple Norman peasant-folk shall till the land no more, For the vessels from Connecticut have anchored by the shore. And many a sturdy Puritan, his mind with Scripture stored, Rejoices he has found at last, "the garden of the Lord.
Page 183 - Till stealthy winter through the reeds Crept, crystal-footed, to the shore, And to the little hamlet bore His hidden freight of deathly seeds. Spring came at last, and o'er the waves The welcome sail of Pontgrave, But half the number silent lay, Death's pale first-fruits, in western graves. Sing on, wild sea, your sad refrain For all the gallant sons of France, Whose songs and sufferings enhance The witchery of the western main...
Page 214 - England mould, A race of earnest people whom the coming years shall teach The broader ways of knowledge, and the gentler forms of speech. They come as Puritans, but who shall say their hearts are blind To the subtle charms of nature, and the love of humankind ? The blue laws of Connecticut have shaped their thought, tis true, But human laws can never wholly Heaven's work undo.
Page 214 - Connecticut have shaped their thought, 'tis true, But human laws can never wholly Heaven's work undo. And tears fall fast from many an eye long time unused to weep, For o'er the fields lay whitening the bones of cows and sheep — The faithful cows that used to feed upon the broad Grand Pre', And with their tinkling bells come slowly home at close of day.