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Under the day long sun there is life and mirth	A
In the working earth	A
And the wonderful moon shines bright	B
Through the soft spring night	B
The innocent flowers in the limitless woods are springing	C
Far and away	D
With the sound and the perfume of May	D
And ever up from the south the happy birds are winging	C
The waters glitter and leap and play	D
While the grey hawk soars	E
	-
But far in an open glade of the forest set	F
Where the rapid plunges and roars	E
Is a ruined fort with a name that men forget	F
A shelterless pen	G
With its broken palisade	H
Behind it musket in hand	I
Beyond message or aid	H
In this savage heart of the wild	J
Mere youngsters grown in a moment to men	G
Grim and alert and arrayed	H
The comrades of Daulac stand	I
Ever before them night and day	D
The rush and skulk and cry	K
Of foes not men but devils panting for prey	D
Behind them the sleepless dream	L
Of the little frail walled town far away by the plunging stream	L
Of maiden and matron and child	J
With ruin and murder impending and none but they	D
To beat back the gathering horror	M
Deal death while they may	D
And then die	K
	-
Day and night they have watched while the little plain	N
Grew dark with the rush of the foe but their host	O
Broke ever and melted away with no boast	O
But to number their slain	N
And now as the days renew	P
Hunger and thirst and care	Q
Were they never so stout so true	P
Press at their hearts but none	R
Falters or shrinks or utters a coward word	S
Though each setting sun	R
Brings from the pitiless wild new hands to the Iroquois horde	T
And only to them despair	Q
	-
Silent white faced again and again	G
Charged and hemmed round by furious hands	U
Each for a moment faces them all and stands	U
In his little desperate ring like a tired bull moose	V
Whom scores of sleepless wolves a ravening pack	W
Have chased all night all day	D
Through the snow laden woods like famine let loose	V
And he turns at last in his track	W
Against a wall of rock and stands at bay	D
Round him with terrible sinews and teeth of steel	X
They charge and recharge but with many a furious plunge and wheel	X
Hither and thither over the trampled snow	Y
He tosses them bleeding and torn	Z
Till driven and ever to and fro	Y
Harried wounded and weary grown	A2
His mighty strength gives way	D
And all together they fasten upon him and drag him down	B2
	-
So Daulac turned him anew	P
With a ringing cry to his men	G
In the little raging forest glen	G
And his terrible sword in the twilight whistled and slew	P
And all his comrades stood	C2
With their backs to the pales and fought	D2
Till their strength was done	R
The thews that were only mortal flagged and broke	E2
Each struck his last wild stroke	E2
And they fell one by one	R
And the world that had seemed so good	C2
Passed like a dream and was naught	D2
	-
And then the great night came	F2
With the triumph songs of the foe and the flame	F2
Of the camp fires	G2
Out of the dark the soft wind woke	E2
The song of the rapid rose alway	D
And came to the spot where the comrades lay	D
Beyond help or care	Q
With none but the red men round them	H2
To gnash their teeth and stare	Q
	-
All night by the foot of the mountain	R
The little town lieth at rest	I2
The sentries are peacefully pacing	C
And neither from East nor from West	I2
	-
Is there rumour of death or of danger	M
None dreameth tonight in his bed	J2
That ruin was near and the heroes	K2
That met it and stemmed it are dead	J2
	-
But afar in the ring of the forest	L2
Where the air is so tender with May	D
And the waters are wild in the moonlight	B
They lie in their silence of clay	D
	-
The numberless stars out of heaven	R
Look down with a pitiful glance	M2
And the lilies asleep in the forest	L2
Are closed like the lilies of France	M2

Archibald Lampman

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