Farther and farther away it floated and dropped into silence. Patient and unrepining Elizabeth labored, in all things. Gabriel truly is near thee; for not far away to the southward. we have seen him. Could no longer endure the calm of this quiet existence. Within her heart was his image,Clothed in the beauty of love and youth, as last she beheld him,Only more beautiful made by his deathlike silence and absence.Into her thoughts of him time entered not, for it was not.Over him years had no power; he was not changed, but transfigured;He had become to her heart as one who is dead, and not absent;Patience and abnegation of self, and devotion to others,This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her.So was her love diffused, but, like to some odorous spices,Suffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air with aroma.Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to followMeekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour.Thus many years she lived as a Sister of Mercy; frequentingLonely and wretched roofs in the crowded lanes of the city,Where distress and want concealed themselves from the sunlight,Where disease and sorrow in garrets languished neglected.Night after night, when the world was asleep, as the watchman repeatedLoud, through the gusty streets, that all was well in the city,High at some lonely window he saw the light of her taper.Day after day, in the gray of the dawn, as slow through the suburbsPlodded the German farmer, with flowers and fruits for the market,Met he that meek, pale face, returning home from its watchings. Of the spirit of love, till the voice imperative sounded, And she obeyed the voice, and cast in her lot with her people. When the wild horses affrighted sweep by with the speed of the whirlwind. Looking into his face with her innocent eyes as she answered, Surely the hand of the Lord is in it; his Spirit hath led thee, Out of the darkness and storm to the light and peace of my fireside., Then, with stamping of feet, the door was opened, and Joseph. "Once in an ancient city, whose name I no longer remember, Raised aloft on a column, a brazen statue of Justice. Shadow and light from the leaves alternately played on his snow-white, Hair, as it waved in the wind; and the jolly face of the fiddler. the priest would say; "have faith, and thy prayer will be answered!Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow,See how its leaves are turned to the north, as true as the magnet;This is the compass-flower, that the finger of God has plantedHere in the houseless wild, to direct the traveller's journeyOver the sea-like, pathless, limitless waste of the desert.Such in the soul of man is faith. Haunt of the humming-bird and the bee, extended around it. Joseph is long on his errand.I have sent him away with a hamper of food and of clothingFor the poor in the village. And, through the amber air, above the crest of the woodland, Saw the column of smoke that arose from a neighboring dwelling;. Even the birds had built their nests in the scales of the balance. Thus, at peace with God and the world, the farmer of Grand-Pr. And the forms of men, snow-covered, looming gigantic. All the year round the orange-groves are in blossom; and grass grows. As out of Abraham's tent young Ishmael wandered with Hagar! 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. Alas! Gone was the glow from his cheek, and the fire from his eye, and his footstep. Louder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and anger. Where distress and want concealed themselves from the sunlight. Knocked with its hundred hands at the golden gates of the morning. Followed his flying steps, and thought each day to o'ertake him. Columns of shining smoke uprose, and flashes of flame were. Shone on her face and encircled her form, when, after confession. Then would they say,"Dear child! O my beloved! On this mat by my side, where now the maiden reposes, Told me this same sad tale then arose and continued his journey!". 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.There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty,And the streets still re-echo 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.There old Rene 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,For it recalled the past, the old Acadian country,Where all men were equal, and all were brothers and sisters.So, when the fruitless search, the disappointed endeavor,Ended, to recommence no more upon earth, uncomplaining,Thither, as leaves to the light, were turned her thoughts and her footsteps.As from a mountain's top the rainy mists of the morningRoll away, and afar we behold the landscape below us,Sun-illumined, with shining rivers and cities and hamlets,So fell the mists from her mind, and she saw the world far below her,Dark no longer, but all illumined with love; and the pathwayWhich she had climbed so far, lying smooth and fair in the distance.Gabriel was not forgotten. Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics. And of the marvellous powers of four-leaved clover and horseshoes. (2) Rikki-tikki knew that he must catch her, or all the trouble would begin again. Now through rushing chutes, among green islands, where plumelike. It was no earthly fear. Hadst thou stayed, I must have fled!That is what the Vision said. Echoed far o'er the fields came the roll of drums from the churchyard. Created on March 15, 2021. And children coming home from school Look in at the open door; They love to see the flaming forge, Not through each devious path, each changeful year of existence; But as a traveller follows a streamlet's course through the valley: Far from its margin at times, and seeing the gleam of its water. Class 12 Class 11 Class 10 Class 9 Class 8 Class 7 Class 6 Class 5 Class 4 Near to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branches. We are the World Summary. E'en as the face of a clock from which the hands have been taken. Seemed to be sinking down through infinite depths in the darkness. Swelled and obeyed its power, like the tremulous tides of the ocean. See how its leaves are turned to the north, as true as the magnet; This is the compass-flower, that the finger of God has planted, Here in the houseless wild, to direct the traveller's journey. Into this wonderful land, at the base of the Ozark Mountains. Pausing and looking back to gaze once more on their dwellings. "And the soul of the maiden, between the stars and the fire-flies,Wandered alone, and she cried,"O Gabriel! Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike. Whir of wings in the drowsy air, and the cooing of pigeons, All were subdued and low as the murmurs of love, and the great sun. A breath from the region of spirits, Seemed to float in the air of night; and she felt for a moment. Till she beheld him no more, though she followed far into the forest. Feasted, and slaked their thirst from the water-gourd of the teacher. Then in the suburbs it stood, in the midst of meadows and woodlands;, 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. 3 A ballad is a poetic narrative in stanzas. Here in the desert land, and God would provide for the issue. "Then, with a blush, she added,"Alas for my credulous fancy!Unto ears like thine such words as these have no meaning. Soon were lost in a maze of sluggish and devious waters. "Not so thinketh the folk in the village," said, warmly, the blacksmith, Shaking his head, as in doubt; then, heaving a sigh, he continued:. how often thy feet have trod this path to the prairie! Grew up together as brother and sister; and Father Felician, Priest and pedagogue both in the village, had taught them their letters. Now their destination is close as the bells are telling him. Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey! Over them vast and high extended the cope of a cedar. As if an unseen power had announced and preceded his presence. ", More he fain would have said, but the merciless hand of a soldier. Over the watery floor, and beneath the reverberant branches; But not a voice replied; no answer came from the darkness; And, when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence. Over the falling snow, the yellow sleigh, and the horses. Soon was their story told; and the priest with solemnity answered:, "Not six suns have risen and set since Gabriel, seated. Ran near the tops of the trees; but the house itself was in shadow, And from its chimney-top, ascending and slowly expanding. This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it, Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman. Called by the pious Acadian peasants the Summer of All-Saints! Covered with waifs of the tide, with kelp and the slippery sea-weed. Worn with the long day's march and the chase of the deer and the bison, Stretched themselves on the ground, and slept where the quivering fire-light, Flashed on their swarthy cheeks, and their forms wrapped up in their blankets, Then at the door of Evangeline's tent she sat and repeated. Plaintive at first were the tones and sad; then soaring to madness. Wandered the faithful priest, consoling and blessing and cheering. As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement. It was a band of exiles: a raft, as it were, from the shipwrecked. Floated before her eyes, and beckoned her on through the moonlight. No King George of England shall drive you away from your homesteads, Burning your dwellings and barns, and stealing your farms and your cattle.". With a delicious sound the brook rushed by, and the branches. Wealth had no power to bribe, nor beauty to charm, the oppressor; But all perished alike beneath the scourge of his anger;. And lo! "Then would they say,"Dear child! Followed the long-imprisoned, but patient, Acadian farmers. O lost days of delight, that are wasted in doubting and waiting! He is described as "mighty" and his hair to be "long" and black. Love without dissimulation, a holy and inward adorning. His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man. Seemed to assume once more the forms of its earlier manhood; So are wont to be changed the faces of those who are dying. Covered with snow were the forests of pine, and the fields and the meadows. Mixed with the whoop of the crane and the roar of the grim alligator. Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow. Pleasantly rose next morn the sun on the village of Grand-Pr.Pleasantly gleamed in the soft, sweet air the Basin of Minas,the ships, with their wavering shadows, were riding at anchor.Life had long been astir in the village, and clamorous laborKnocked with its hundred hands at the golden gates of the morning.Now from the country around, from the farms and neighboring hamlets,Came in their holiday dresses the blithe Acadian peasants.Many a glad good-morrow and jocund laugh from the young folkMade the bright air brighter, as up from the numerous meadows,Where no path could be seen but the track of wheels in the greensward,Group after group appeared, and joined, or passed on the highway.Long ere noon, in the village all sounds of labor were silenced.Thronged were the streets with people; and noisy groups at the house-doorsSat in the cheerful sun, and rejoiced and gossiped together.Every house was an inn, where all were welcomed and feasted;For with this simple people, who lived like brothers together,All things were held in common, and what one had was another's.Yet under Benedict's roof hospitality seemed more abundant:For Evangeline stood among the guests of her father;Bright was her face with smiles, and words of welcome and gladnessFell from her beautiful lips, and blessed the cup as she gave it. More creations to inspire you. Patience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of affection! yea, the winter is beautiful, surely,If one could only walk like a fly with ones feet on the ceiling.But the great Delaware River is not like the Thames, as we saw itOut of our upper windows in Rotherhithe Street in the Borough,Crowded with masts and sails of vessels coming and going;Here there is nothing but pines, with patches of snow on their branches.There is snow in the air, and see! Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow. And over all is the sky, the clear and crystalline heaven. Entered, bearing the lantern, and, carefully blowing the light out. They who dwell there have named it the Eden of Louisiana.". 'Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail us,Let us repeat it now, and say, 'O Father, forgive them! As apart by the window she stood, with her hand in her lover's. 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