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EVANGELINE,

A TALE OF ACADIE

1847.

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THIS 18 the forest primeval. The mirmuring

pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indis

tinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and

prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that resi on

their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced

neighbouring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate- answers the

wail of the forest.

This is the forest primeval; but where are the

hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the wood

land the voice of the huntsman ? Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of

Acadian farmers, Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water

the woodlands, Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an

image of heaven? Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers

forever departed ! Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty

blasts of October Beize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle

them far o'er the ocean.

Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful vil.

lage of Grand-Pré.

Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and

endures, and is patient, Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of

woman's deyotion, List to the micurnful tradition still sung by the

pines of the forest; List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of tho

happy

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