Shone on her face and encircled her form, when, after confession, Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her. When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. Led through an orchard wide, and disappeared in the meadow. Built o'er a box for the poor, or the blessed image of Mary. Shielding the house from storms, on the north, were the barns and the farm-yard. There stood the broad-wheeled wains and the antique ploughs and the harrows; There were the folds for the sheep; and there, in his feathered seraglio, Strutted the lordly turkey, and crowed the cock, with the selfsame Voice that in ages of old had startled the penitent Peter. Bursting with hay were the barns, themselves a village. In each one Thus, at peace with God and the world, the farmer of Grand-Pié Lived on his sunny farm, and Evangeline governed his household. Many a youth, as he knelt in the church and opened his missal, Hurried words of love, that seemed a part of the music. But, among all who came, young Gabriel only was welcome; Who was a mighty man in the village, and honoured of all men ; Has the craft of the smith been held in repute by the people. Basil was Benedict's friend. Their children from earliest childhood Grew up together as brother and sister; and Father Felician, |