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Happy was he who might touch her hand or the hem

of her garment! Many a suitor came to her door, by the darkness be

friended, And, as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of

her footsteps, Knew not which beat the louder, his heart or the 110

knocker of iron; Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village, Bolder grew, and pressed her hand in the dance as he

whispered Hurried words of love, that seemed a part of the music. But, among all who came, young Gabriel only was

welcome; Gabriel Lajeunesse, the son of Basil the blacksmith,

116 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 ear

liest childhood Grew up together as brother and sister; and Father 120

Felician,
Priest 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 lesson

completed,

109 Komma fehlt nach And A. 117 Komma fehlt nach For A.

Swiftly they hurried away to the forge of Basil the

blacksmith. 125 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 130 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, 135 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 Thus passed a few swift years, and they no longer were 140

swallow!

135 hillside ) hill-side A.

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 or- 145

chards with apples; She, too, would bring to her husband's house delight

and abundance, Filling it with love and the ruddy faces of children.

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 160

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 inclement. Bees, with prophetic instinct of want, had hoarded their 155

honey Till the hives overflowed; and the Indian

asserted

147 with ] full of A.

Cold would the winter be, for thick was the fur of the

foxes. Such was the advent of autumn. Then followed that

beautiful season, Called by the pious Acadian peasants the summer of

All Saints ! 160 Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and

the landscape Lay as if new-created in all the freshness of childhood. Peace seemed to reign upon earth, and the restless

heart of the ocean Was for a moment consoled. All sounds were in har

mony blended.

Voices of children at play, the crowing of cocks in the

farm-yards, 165 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 Looked with the eye of love through the golden vapors

around him; While arrayed in its robes of russet and scarlet and

yellow, Bright with the sheen of the dew, each glittering tree of

the forest 170 Flashed like the plane-tree the Persian adorned with

mantles and jewels.

Now recommenced the reign of rest and affection

and stillness. Day with its burden and heat had departed, and twi

light descending Brought back the evening star to the sky, and the herds Pawing the ground they came, and resting their necks

to the homestead.

on each other, And with their nostrils distended inhaling the freshness 175

of evening. Foremost, bearing the bell, Evangeline's beautiful

heifer, Proud of her snow-white hide, and the ribbon that

waved from her collar, Quietly paced and slow, as if conscious of human

affection. Then came the shepherd back with his bleating flocks

from the seaside, Where was their favorite pasture. Behind them follow- 180

ed the watch-dog, Patient, full of importance, and grand in the pride of his

instinct, Walking from side to side with a lordly air, and

superbly Waving his bushy tail, and urging forward the

stragglers; Regent of flocks was he when the shepherd slept; their

protector, When from the forest at night, through the starry silence 185

the wolves howled. Late, with the rising moon, returned the wains from the

marshes, Laden with briny hay, that filled the air with its odor. Cheerily neighed the steeds, with dew on their mane

and their fetlocks, While aloft on their shoulders the wooden and por

ous saddles,

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