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He had been with the Indians all the day	A
But sat with us at eve	B
Chatting and laughing in his genial way	A
Till came the hour to leave	B
And then he rose we with him for we loved	C
Our good old parish priest	D
Who all his lifetime in our midst had moved	E
At death bed and at feast	D
	-
He raised his hand for silence and each head	F
Was bowed as though in prayer	G
Expectant of his blessing but instead	F
He stood in silence there	G
Thrice he essayed to speak and thrice in vain	H
And then his voice came back	I
Vibrating in a deep triumphal strain	H
That it was wont to lack	I
	-
My children we must part My task is done	J
God calls me to His rest	K
And though my labors seem scarce yet begun	J
Surely He knoweth best	K
I have grown old in laboring for Him	L
My hair with age is white	M
My footsteps feeble and my eyesight dim	L
But all shall change to night	M
	-
When strikes the hour of twelve my weary soul	N
On earth shall cease to dwell	O
As sign of which the chapel bell shall toll	N
Its slow funereal knell	O
Then seek me if you will and you shall find	P
Upon the altar stair	G
The prison house my soul will leave behind	P
Kneeling as though in prayer	G
	-
Seek then Pere Compain on the Isle aux Coudres	Q
Nor fear the rising gale	R
For Heaven will guide you through the angry flood	S
And it shall not prevail	R
He will be waiting for you on the sands	Q
Amid the morning gloom	T
To be your comrade and with kindly hands	Q
Consign me to my tomb	T
	-
He ceased and left us as though turned to stone	U
All motionless and still	V
And faintly fell his footsteps as alone	U
He slowly climbed the hill	V
Then we awoke and all so wondrous seemed	W
His words so strange at best	K
We almost fancied we had slept and dreamed	W
That he had been our guest	K
	-
We turned unto our merriment anew	X
With some kind thoughts for him	L
Yet as the hour of midnight nearer drew	X
And waxed the hearth fire dim	L
A silence fell upon us and in fear	Y
We stopped and held our breath	Z
As though more clearly through the gloom to hear	A2
The promised knell of death	Z
	-
There had been something in his face that night	M
That thrilled our hearts with fear	Y
An undefinable mysterious light	M
Which told us Heaven was near	Y
He had a deeper lustre in his eyes	Q
His smile had seemed more bright	M
Till looking in his face all Paradise	Q
Seemed opened to our sight	M
	-
Soon chimed the clock And scarcely had it ceased	D
Than tolled the chapel bell	O
As though for some long suffering soul released	D
Its slow funereal knell	O
And on its ebon wings the rising gale	R
Swept landward from the sea	Q
And mingled with the chapel bell's long wail	R
Its own sad symphony	Q
	-
We found him lying lifeless as he said	F
Before the altar prone	U
Nor laid our sinful hands upon the dead	F
But left him there alone	U
And launched our frail canoe upon the tide	B2
Not marvelling to behold	C2
Before our prow the billows fall aside	B2
Like the Red Sea of old	C2
	-
On every hand the screaming waters flung	D2
Their great white arms on high	E2
And over all the thundering storm clouds hung	D2
And battled in the sky	E2
Yet fearless we sailed on until when day	A
Broke panting through the night	M
The fertile Isle aux Coudres before us lay	A
Its beach with breakers white	M
	-
And there upon that tempest beaten strand	F2
Waiting Pere Compain stood	G2
And beckoned to us with uplifted hand	F2
Across the raging flood	S
No need to tell our errand for that night	M
Pere Brosse had sought his cell	O
And told him all then faded from his sight	M
Breathing a kind farewell	O

Arthur Weir

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