The book Acadian Ballads And De Sotos Last Dream was written by author Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton Here you can read free online of Acadian Ballads And De Sotos Last Dream book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is Acadian Ballads And De Sotos Last Dream a good or bad book?
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She who had reared strong lives and spoken Words that had given men power to run The roads of the world, so steep and broken. Gone, could it be! and summer still Rich in her veins and gold yet glinting From her beautiful brow, so smooth until Suddenly pain made cruel minting. O the agony of the parting, When the child in fear beholds his mother Torn from the life she loves and starting, Through what strange gates God knows, on another; In difficult roads, perchance, to falter, Weak for the want... of the old sustaining, Sick for the dear domestic altar Whereon love burned, a torch unwaning. 54 DEATH IN ACADIA With the crimsoning maples this had come, Night had fallen on her noonday glory, And common pity's lips grew dumb Nor stammered out: "A time-worn story!" The mourners lay 'neath a wintry sky And saw from the frosty welkin's lashes Tears fall fast, though their own were dry As the fiery orb's when it flames and flashes. But there dawned at last a sweet new day, When over the hill tops hope came bursting Into the hearts so cold and gray, Into the souls for comfort thirsting; Out of the silence wave-like swept A stream of faith and strong believing, And the mourners, prostrate, upward leapt And drank it in, and ceased their grieving.
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