ft. home is a 3 bed, 4.0 bath property. Gay and luxuriant flowers, are brighter and fuller of fragrance. Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them. The blacksmith serves as a role model who balances his job with the role he plays with his family and community. Hunting for furs in the forests, on rivers trapping the beaver. So that the guests all started; and Father Felician, astounded. Then John Estaugh came back o’er the sea for the gift that was offered,Better than houses and lands, the gift of a woman’s affection.And on the First-Day that followed, he rose in the Silent Assembly,Holding in his strong hand a hand that trembled a little,Promising to be kind and true and faithful in all things.Such were the marriage rites of John and Elizabeth Estaugh. [18], The poem, along with several others by Longfellow, was translated into Spanish by Colombian poet Rafael Pombo. 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. The 3,741 sq. So she folded her work and laid it away in her basket. Stood a cluster of trees, with tangled cordage of grapevines. Then it came to pass, one pleasant morning, that slowlyUp the road there came a cavalcade, as of pilgrimsMen and women, wending their way to the Quarterly MeetingIn the neighboring town; and with them came riding John Estaugh.At Elizabeth’s door they stopped to rest, and alightingTasted the currant wine, and the bread of rye, and the honeyBrought from the hives, that stood by the sunny wall of the garden;Then remounted their horses, refreshed, and continued their journey,And Elizabeth with them, and Joseph, and Hannah the housemaid.But, as they started, Elizabeth lingered a little, and leaningOver her horse’s neck, in a whisper said to John Estaugh“Tarry awhile behind, for I have something to tell thee,Not to be spoken lightly, nor in the presence of others;Them it concerneth not, only thee and me it concerneth.”And they rode slowly along through the woods, conversing together.It was a pleasure to breathe the fragrant air of the forest;It was a pleasure to live on that bright and happy May morning! And nevermore returned, nor was seen again by her people. Meanwhile Hannah the housemaid had closed and fastened the shutters, Spread the cloth, and lighted the lamp on the table, and placed there, Plates and cups from the dresser, the brown rye loaf, and the butter. Thus beginning their journey with morning, and sunshine, and gladness. They stood by the graves, and hung on the headstonesGarlands of autumn-leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest.Then came the guard from the ships, and marching proudly among themEntered the sacred portal. Flushed was his face and distorted with passion; and wildly he shouted,—. ""Gabriel Lajeunesse!" These things beheld in dismay the crowd on the shore and on shipboard.Speechless at first they stood, then cried aloud in their anguish,"We shall behold no more our homes in the village of Grand-Pré! Group after group appeared, and joined, or passed on the highway. 1807–1882 : 59. Darted a light, swift boat, that sped away o'er the water. ", Then with modest demeanor made answer the notary public,—. "Daughter, thy words are not idle; nor are they to me without meaning. Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike. Sounded upon the stairs and the floor of the breezy veranda. how changed was his aspect! As o'er the darkening fields with lingering steps they departed. And went forth to receive the coming guest at the doorway, Casting into the dark a network of glimmer and shadow. Thronged erelong was the church with men. Now through rushing chutes, among green islands, where plumelike. But in the neighboring hall a strain of music, proceeding. On Sundays, the blacksmith, a single father after the death of his wife, takes his children to church, where his daughter sings in the village choir. Movie & TV guides. Then in his place, at the prow of the boat, rose one of the oarsmen,And, as a signal sound, if others like them peradventureSailed on those gloomy and midnight streams, blew a blast on his bugle.Wild through the dark colonnades and corridors leafy the blast rang,Breaking the seal of silence, and giving tongues to the forest.Soundless above them the banners of moss just stirred to the music.Multitudinous echoes awoke and died in the distance,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.Then Evangeline slept; but the boatmen rowed through the midnight,Silent at times, then singing familiar Canadian boat-songs,Such as they sang of old on their own Acadian rivers,While through the night were heard the mysterious sounds of the desert,Far off,—indistinct,—as of wave or wind in the forest,Mixed with the whoop of the crane and the roar of the grim alligator. He argued that the melody had a marching lilt, the theme was appropriate, and that many regimental marches were based on airs. As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested. Voices of women were heard, and of men, and the crying of children. Down on the pavement below the clattering scales of the balance. Not that day, nor the next, nor yet the day that succeeded. Forthwith I remembered Queen Candace’s eunuch,How on the way that goes down from Jerusalem unto Gaza,Reading Esaias the Prophet, he journeyed, and spake unto Philip,Praying him to come up and sit in his chariot with him.So I greeted the man, and he mounted the sledge beside me,And as we talked on the way he told me of thee and thy homestead,How, being led by the light of the Spirit, that never deceiveth, After so many. Motionless lay his form, from which the soul had departed. "Over Evangeline's face at the words of Basil a shade passed.Tears came into her eyes, and she said, with a tremulous accent,—"Gone? Lighted the village street and gilded the vanes on the chimneys, Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles, Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the golden, Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors. Over them wandered the buffalo herds, and the elk and the roebuck; Over them wandered the wolves, and herds of riderless horses; Fires that blast and blight, and winds that are weary with travel; Over them wander the scattered tribes of Ishmael's children, Staining the desert with blood; and above their terrible war-trails. Motionless, senseless, dying, he lay, and his spirit exhausted. Toiling,—rejoicing,—sorrowing, Onward through life he goes;Each morning sees some task begin, Each evening sees it close;Something attempted, something done, Has earned a night's repose. The first bandmaster of the Royal Army Ordnance Corps, R. T. Stevens, suggested the adoption of the song version of "The Village Blacksmith" as the Corps' march of the RAOC in 1922. The poem is about a local blacksmith. We must not grudge, then, to othersEver the cup of cold water, or crumbs that fall from our table.”, Thus rebuked, for a season was silent the penitent housemaid;And Elizabeth said in tones even sweeter and softer:“Dost thou remember, Hannah, the great May-Meeting in London,When I was still a child, how we sat in the silent assembly,Waiting upon the Lord in patient and passive submission?No one spake, till at length a young man, a stranger, John Estaugh,Moved by the Spirit, rose, as if he were John the Apostle,Speaking such words of power that they bowed our hearts, as a strong windBends the grass of the fields, or grain that is ripe for the sickle.Thoughts of him to-day have been oft borne inward upon me,Wherefore I do not know; but strong is the feeling within meThat once more I shall see a face I have never forgotten.”, E’en as she spake they heard the musical jangle of sleigh-bells,First far off, with a dreamy sound and faint in the distance,Then growing nearer and louder, and turning into the farmyard,Till it stopped at the door, with sudden creaking of runners.Then there were voices heard as of two men talking together,And to herself, as she listened, upbraiding said Hannah the housemaid,“It is Joseph come back, and I wonder what stranger is with him?”, Down from its nail she took and lighted the great tin lanternPierced with holes, and round, and roofed like the top of a lighthouse,And went forth to receive the coming guest at the doorway,Casting into the dark a network of glimmer and shadowOver the falling snow, the yellow sleigh, and the horses,And the forms of men, snow-covered, looming gigantic.Then giving Joseph the lantern, she entered the house with the stranger.Youthful he was and tall, and his cheeks aglow with the night air;And as he entered, Elizabeth rose, and, going to meet him,As if an unseen power had announced and preceded his presence,And he had come as one whose coming had long been expected,Quietly gave him her hand, and said, ”Thou art welcome, John Estaugh.”And the stranger replied, with staid and quiet behavior,“Dost thou remember me still, Elizabeth? These days more and more children prefer processed and fast foods. "Then with modest demeanor made answer the notary public,—"Gossip enough have I heard, in sooth, yet am never the wiser;And what their errand may be I know not better than others.Yet am I not of those who imagine some evil intentionBrings them here, for we are at peace; and why then molest us? Soon with a soundless step the foot of Evangeline followed. That uprose from the river, and spread itself over the landscape. The song was recorded by popular U.S. comedians and bandleaders of the era including the Happiness Boys and Harry Reser. In friendly contention the old menLaughed at each lucky hit, or unsuccessful manoeuver,Laughed when a man was crowned, or a breach was made in the king-rowMeanwhile apart, in the twilight gloom of a window's embrasure,Sat the lovers, and whispered together, beholding the moon riseOver the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the meadows.Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. "Benedicite!" in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion! 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. All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience! Nodded in bright array, like hollyhocks heavy with blossoms. Desolate northern bays to the shores of tropical islands, Harvests were gathered in; and wild with the winds of September. Down the hillside hounding, they glided away o'er the meadow. in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion!Hark! Then in his place, at the prow of the boat, rose one of the oarsmen, And, as a signal sound, if others like them peradventure. As in the farm-house kitchen, that served for kitchen and parlor, By the window she sat with her work, and looked on a landscape. Swelled and obeyed its power, like the tremulous tides of the ocean. Speaking these words, he blew a wrathful cloud from his nostrils. Into whose sea of flowers the sun was slowly descending. Through the drifts of snow; the horses already were harnessed. Deathlike the silence seemed, and unbroken, save by the herons. "Gabriel Lajeunesse!" Children's children rode on his knee, and heard his great watch tick. Rose on the ardor of prayer, like Elijah ascending to heaven. Mute with wonder the Shawnee sat, and when she had ended, Still was mute; but at length, as if a mysterious horror. Like a garment round him thrown. Such was the advent of autumn. Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient,Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion,List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest;List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy. whispered the oaks from oracular caverns of darkness:And, from the moonlit meadow, a sigh responded, "To-morrow!". Wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom. Fell from her beautiful lips, and blessed the cup as she gave it. Thus did the long sad years glide on, and in seasons and places, Divers and distant far was seen the wandering maiden;—. Took from the crane in the chimney the steaming and simmering kettle. Stationed the dove-cots were, as love's perpetual symbol. Crept away to die in the almshouse, home of the homeless. In each one. Meanwhile Joseph sat with folded hands, and demurely, Listened, or seemed to listen, and in the silence that followed, Nothing was heard for a while but the step of Hannah the housemaid. Strikes aslant through the fogs that darken the Banks of Newfoundland. Into whose shining gates erelong their spirits would enter. ", Then there were voices heard at the door, and footsteps approaching. Just where the woodlands met the flowery surf of the prairie. Overwhelmed with the sight, yet speechless, the priest and the maiden. Their children from earliest childhood. Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient. Or such as hangs by night o'er a city seen at a distance. In 1938, songwriters Tommie Connor, Jimmy Kennedy, and Hamilton Kennedy created a comical song and dance routine inspired by the poem; Glenn Miller's recording of the song was featured in the 1990 film Memphis Belle.[22]. He was already at rest, and she longed to slumber beside him. But when their meal was done, and Basil and all his companions. Many a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pré. So unto separate ships were Basil and Gabriel carried. Lord, he thought, in heaven that reignest, The Theologian's Tale; The Legend Beautiful. But, as they started, Elizabeth lingered a little, and leaning, Over her horse’s neck, in a whisper said to John Estaugh. Pawing the ground they came, and resting their necks on each other. Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances. we never have sworn them allegiance! Tous les Bourgeois de Chartres, and Le Carillon de Dunkerque. cried she aloud with tremulous voice; but no answerCame 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 fallLoud on the withered leaves of the sycamore-tree by the window.Keenly the lightning flashed; and the voice of the echoing thunderTold 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. ", This was the old man's favorite tale, and he loved to repeat it. others. Filled was Evangeline's heart with inexpressible sweetness. ", Thither, by night and by day, came the Sister of Mercy. Without, in the churchyard,Waited the women. With loud and dissonant clangorEchoed the sound of their brazen drums from ceiling and casement,—Echoed a moment only, and slowly the ponderous portalClosed, and in silence the crowd awaited the will of the soldiers.Then uprose their commander, and spoke from the steps of the altar,Holding aloft in his hands, with its seals, the royal commission. How spotless the snow is, and perfect!”. before her extended, Dreary and vast and silent, the desert of life, with its pathway. Through the long night she lay in deep, oblivious slumber; And when she woke from the trance, she beheld a multitude near her. At the helm sat a youth, with countenance thoughtful and careworn. Thus was the evening passed. Thither the women and children thronged. Their children from earliest childhoodGrew up together as brother and sister; and Father Felician,Priest and pedagogue both in the village, had taught them their lettersOut 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,Swiftly they hurried away to the forge of Basil the blacksmith.There at the door they stood, with wondering eyes to behold himTake 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-wheelLay like a fiery snake, coiled round in a circle of cinders.Oft on autumnal eves, when without in the gathering darknessBursting 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,Down the hillside hounding, 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 swallowBrings 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 swallow!Thus passed a few swift years, and they no longer were 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. Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together. At each end of the house, amid the flowers of the garden. Questions 6 to 10. By untimely rains or untimelier heat have been blighted, And from our bursting barns they would feed their cattle and children.". he has left me alone with my herds and my horses.Moody and restless grown, and tried and troubled, his spiritCould no longer endure the calm of this quiet existence.Thinking ever of thee, uncertain and sorrowful ever,Ever silent, or speaking only of thee and his troubles,He at length had become so tedious to men and to maidens,Tedious even to me, that at length I bethought me, and sent himUnto the town of Adayes to trade for mules with the Spaniards.Thence he will follow the Indian trails to the Ozark Mountains,Hunting for furs in the forests, on rivers trapping the beaver.Therefore be of good cheer; we will follow the fugitive lover;He is not far on his way, and the Fates and the streams are against him.Up and away to-morrow, and through the red dew of the morningWe will follow him fast, and bring him back to his prison.". In 1922, the poet's son Ernest Wadsworth Longfellow responded to these people in his book Random Memories. Vainly he strove to rise; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him. Faltered and paused on his lips, as the feet of a child on a threshold. "You are convened this day," he said, "by his Majesty's orders. Close by the chimney-side, which is always empty without thee; Take from the shelf overhead thy pipe and the box of tobacco; Never so much thyself art thou as when through the curling, Smoke of the pipe or the forge thy friendly and jovial face gleams, Round and red as the harvest moon through the mist of the marshes.". Made in Delft, and adorned with quaint and wonderful figures. Wiping the foam from his lip, he solemnly bowed and departed. Gladdened the earth with its light, and ripened thought into action. Then recommenced once more the stir and noise of embarking; And with the ebb of the tide the ships sailed out of the harbor. 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