The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Генри Уодсуорт Лонгфелло

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      Few were his words of rebuke, but deep in the hearts of his people

      Sank they, and sobs of contrition succeeded the passionate outbreak,

      While they repeated his prayer, and said, "O Father, forgive them!"

       Then came the evening service. The tapers gleamed from the altar.

      Fervent and deep was the voice of the priest and the people responded,

      Not with their lips alone, but their hearts; and the Ave Maria

      Sang they, and fell on their knees, and their souls, with devotion translated,

      Rose on the ardor of prayer, like Elijah ascending to heaven.

       Meanwhile had spread in the village the tidings of ill, and on all sides

      Wandered, wailing, from house to house the women and children.

      Long at her father's door Evangeline stood, with her right hand

      Shielding her eyes from the level rays of the sun, that, descending,

      Lighted the village street with mysterious splendor, and roofed each

      Peasant's cottage with golden thatch, and emblazoned its windows.

      Long within had been spread the snow-white cloth on the table;

      There stood the wheaten loaf, and the honey fragrant with wild-flowers;

      There stood the tankard of ale, and the cheese fresh brought from the dairy;

      And, at the head of the board, the great arm-chair of the farmer.

      Thus did Evangeline wait at her father's door, as the sunset

      Threw the long shadows of trees o'er the broad ambrosial meadows.

      Ah! on her spirit within a deeper shadow had fallen,

      And from the fields of her soul a fragrance celestial ascended—

      Charity, meekness, love, and hope, and forgiveness, and patience!

      Then, all-forgetful of self, she wandered into the village,

      Cheering with looks and words the mournful hearts of the women,

      As o'er the darkening fields with lingering steps they departed,

      Urged by their household cares, and the weary feet of their children.

      Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors

      Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from Sinai.

      Sweetly over the village the bell of the Angelus sounded.

       Meanwhile, amid the gloom, by the church Evangeline lingered.

      All was silent within; and in vain at the door and the windows

      Stood she, and listened and looked, till, overcome by emotion,

      "Gabriel!" cried she aloud with tremulous voice; but no answer

      Came from the graves of the dead, nor the gloomier grave of the living.

      Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of her father.

      Smouldered the fire on the hearth, on the board was the supper untasted,

      Empty and drear was each room, and haunted with phantoms of terror.

      Sadly echoed her step on the stair and the floor of her chamber.

      In the dead of the night she heard the disconsolate rain fall

      Loud on the withered leaves of the sycamore-tree by the window.

      Keenly the lightning flashed; and the voice of the echoing thunder

      Told her that God was in heaven, and governed the world he created!

      Then she remembered the tale she had heard of the justice of Heaven;

      Soothed was her troubled soul, and she peacefully slumbered till morning.

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      Four times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth day

      Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farm-house.

      Soon o'er the yellow fields, in silent and mournful procession,

      Came from the neighboring hamlets and farms the Acadian women,

      Driving in ponderous wains their household goods to the sea-shore,

      Pausing and looking back to gaze once more on their dwellings,

      Ere they were shut from sight by the winding road and the woodland.

      Close at their sides their children ran, and urged on the oxen,

      While in their little hands they clasped some fragments of playthings.

       Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth they hurried; and there on the sea-beach

      Piled in confusion lay the household goods of the peasants.

      All day long between the shore and the ships did the boats ply;

      All day long the wains came laboring down from the village.

      Late in the afternoon, when the sun was near to his setting,

      Echoed far o'er the fields came the roll of drums from the churchyard.

      Thither the women and children thronged. On a sudden the church-doors

      Opened, and forth came the guard, and marching in gloomy procession

      Followed the long-imprisoned, but patient, Acadian farmers.

      Even as pilgrims, who journey afar from their homes and their country,

      Sing as they go, and in singing forget they are weary and wayworn,

      So with songs on their lips the Acadian peasants descended

      Down from the church to the shore, amid their wives and their daughters.

      Foremost the young men came; and, raising together their voices,

      Sang with tremulous lips a chant of the Catholic Missions:—

      "Sacred heart of the Saviour! O inexhaustible fountain!

      Fill our hearts this day with strength and submission and patience!"

      Then the old men, as they marched, and the women that stood by the wayside

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