Mounting his Mexican steed, with his Indian guides and companions, Homeward Basil returned, and Evangeline stayed at the Mission. Slowly, slowly, slowly the days succeeded each other,Days and weeks and months; and the fields of maize that were springing Green from the ground when a stranger she came, now waving about her, 1205 Lifted their slender shafts, with leaves interlacing, and forming 1210 Cloisters for mendicant crows and granaries pillaged by squirrels. Then in the golden weather the maize was husked, and the maidens Blushed at each blood-red ear, for that betokened a lover, Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow, So came the autumn, and passed, and the winter-yet Gabriel came not; Blossomed the opening spring, and the notes of the robin and bluebird 1215 1220 1225 Sounded sweet upon wold and in wood, yet Gabriel came not. 1230 And, with returning guides, that sought the lakes of St. Lawrence, 1235 She had attained at length the depths of the Michigan forests, Found she the hunter's lodge deserted and fallen to ruin! Thus did the long sad years glide on, and in seasons and places 1240 Divers and distant far was seen the wandering maiden ;— Now in the Tents of Grace of the meek Moravian Missions, Now in the noisy camps and the battle-fields of the army, Now in secluded hamlets, in towns and populous cities. Like a phantom she came, and passed away unremembered. 1245 Fair was she and young, when in hope began the long journey; Faded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended. Each succeeding year stole something away from her beauty, Leaving behind it, broader and deeper, the gloom and the shadow. Then there appeared and spread faint streaks of gray o'er her forehead, 1250 Dawn of another life, that broke o'er her earthly horizon, As in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the morning. V In that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. 1255 There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still reëcho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested. There from the troubled sea had Evangeline landed, an exile, Finding among the children of Penn a home and a country. 1260 There old René Leblanc had died; and when he departed, Saw at his side only one of all his hundred descendants. Something at least there was in the friendly streets of the city, Something that spake to her heart, and made her no longer a stranger; And her ear was pleased with the Thee and Thou of the Quakers, 1265 For it recalled the past, the old Acadian country, Where all men were equal, and all were brothers and sisters. As from the mountain's top the rainy mists of the morning Dark no longer, but all illumined with love; and the pathway tance. Gabriel was not forgotten. Within her heart was his image, He had become to her heart as one who is dead, and not absent; 1270 1275 1280 1285 Where distress and want concealed themselves from the sunlight, 1290 Where disease and sorrow in garrets languished neglected. Night after night when the world was asleep, as the watchman repeated Loud, through the gusty streets, that all was well in the city, Day after day, in the gray of the dawn, as slow through the suburbs Plodded the German farmer, with flowers and fruits for the market, Met he that meek, pale face, returning home from its watchings. Then it came to pass that a pestilence fell on the city, Presaged by wondrous signs, and mostly by flocks of wild pigeons, Darkening the sun in their flight, with naught in their craws but an acorn. And, as the tides of the sea arise in the month of September, Flooding some silver stream, till it spreads to a lake in the meadow, 1295 1300 So death flooded life, and, o'erflowing its natural margin, Spread to a brackish lake the silver stream of existence. 1305 Wealth had no power to bribe, nor beauty to charm, the oppressor; But all perished alike beneath the scourge of his anger;Only, alas! the poor, who had neither friends nor attendants, Crept away to die in the almshouse, home of the homeless. Then in the suburbs it stood, in the midst of meadows and woodlands;; 1310 Now the city surrounds it; but still, with its gateway and wicket Meek, in the midst of splendor, its humble walls seem to echo Softly the words of the Lord: "The poor ye always have with "" you. Thither, by night and by day, came the Sister of Mercy. The dying Looked up into her face, and thought, indeed, to behold there 1315 Gleams of celestial light encircle her forehead with splendor, Such as the artist paints o'er the brows of saints and apostles, Or such as hangs by night o'er a city seen at a distance. Unto their eyes it seemed the lamps of the city celestial, Into whose shining gates erelong their spirits would enter. 1320 1325 Thus, on a Sabbath morn, through the streets, deserted and silent, Wending her quiet way, she entered the door of the almshouse. Sweet on the summer air was the odor of flowers in the garden, And she paused on her way to gather the fairest among them, That the dying once more might rejoice in their fragrance and beauty. Then, as she mounted the stairs to the corridors, cooled by the east-wind, Distant and soft on her ear fell the chimes from the belfry of Christ Church, While, intermingled with these, across the meadows were wafted Sounds of psalms, that were sung by the Swedes in their church at Wicaco. Soft as descending wings fell the calm of the hour on her spirit; 1330 Something within her said, "At length thy trials are ended;" And, with light in her looks, she entered the chambers of sickness. Noiselessly moved about the assiduous, careful attendants, Moistening the feverish lip, and the aching brow, and in silence. Closing the sightless eyes of the dead, and concealing their faces, Where on their pallets they lay, like drifts of snow by the roadside. 1335 Many a languid head, upraised as Evangeline entered, Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed, for her presence Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a prison. Suddenly, as if arrested by fear or a feeling of wonder, 1340 1345 And from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning. As if life, like the Hebrew, with blood had besprinkled its portals, 1355 ness, Darkness of slumber and death, forever sinking and sinking. Then through those realms of shade, in multiplied reverberations, 1360 Then he beheld, in a dream, once more the home of his childhood; shadow, As in the days of her youth, Evangeline rose to his vision. 1365 1370 |