But, among all who came, young Gabriel only

was welcome;

Gabriel Lajeunesse, the son of Basil the black

smith,

Who was a mighty man in the village, and honored of all men;

For since the birth of time, throughout all ages

and nations,

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,

Friest and pedagogue both in the village, had taught them their letters

Out of the selfsame book, with the hymns of the

church and the plain-song.

But when the hymn was sung, and the daily les

son completed,

Swiftly they hurried away to the forge of Basil

the blacksmith.

There at the door they stood, with wondering

eyes to behold him

Take in his leathern lap the hoof of the horse as

a plaything,

Nailing the shoe in its place; while near him the tire of the cart-wheel

Lay like a fiery snake, coiled round in a circle

of cinders.

Oft on autumnal eves, when without in the gathering darkness,

Bursting with light seemed the smithy, through

every cranny and crevice,

Warm by the forge within they watched the laboring bellows,

And as its panting ceased, and the sparks expired

in the ashes,

Merrily laughed, and said they were nuns going

into the chapel.

Oft on sledges in winter, as swift as the swoop

of the eagle,

Down the hillside bounding, they glided away o'er

the meadow.

Oft in the barns they climbed to the populous nests on the rafters,

Seeking with eager eyes that wondrous stone which the swallow

Brings from the shore of the sea to restore the sight of its fledglings;

Lucky was he who found that stone in the nest of

the swallow !

Thus passed a few swift years, and they no longer were children.

He was a valiant youth, and his face, like the face of the morning,

Gladdened the earth with its light, and ripened thought into action.

She was a woman now, with the heart and hopes

of a woman.

Sunshine of Saint Eulalie " was she called; for

that was the sunshine

Which, as the farmers believed, would load their

orchards with apples;

She, too, would bring to her husband's house

delight and abundance,

Filling it full of love and the ruddy faces of chil

dren.

II.

Now had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer,

And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion

enters.

Birds of passage sailed through the leaden air

from the ice-bound,

Desolate northern bays to the shores of tropical

islands.

Harvests were gathered in; and wild with the winds of September

Wrestled the trees of the forest, as Jacob of old with the angel.

All the signs foretold a winter long and in

clement.

Bees, with prophetic instinct of want. had

hoarded their honey