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This is the forest primeval The murmuring pines and the hemlocks	A
Bearded with moss and in garments green indistinct in the twilight	B
Stand like Druids of eld with voices sad and prophetic	C
Stand like harpers hoar with beards that rest on their bosoms	A
Loud from its rocky caverns the deep voiced neighboring ocean	D
Speaks and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest	E
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This is the forest primeval but where are the hearts that beneath it	F
Leaped like the roe when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman	D
Where is the thatch roofed village the home of Acadian farmers	A
Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands	A
Darkened by shadows of earth but reflecting an image of heaven	D
Waste are those pleasant farms and the farmers forever departed	G
Scattered like dust and leaves when the mighty blasts of October	H
Seize them and whirl them aloft and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean	D
Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand Pre	I
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Ye who believe in affection that hopes and endures and is patient	J
Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion	D
List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest	E
List to a Tale of Love in Acadie home of the happy	I
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PART THE FIRST	K
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In the Acadian land on the shores of the Basin of Minas	A
Distant secluded still the little village of Grand Pre	I
Lay in the fruitful valley Vast meadows stretched to the eastward	L
Giving the village its name and pasture to flocks without number	H
Dikes that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant	J
Shut out the turbulent tides but at stated seasons the flood gates	A
Opened and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows	A
West and south there were fields of flax and orchards and cornfields	A
Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain and away to the northward	L
Blomidon rose and the forests old and aloft on the mountains	A
Sea fogs pitched their tents and mists from the mighty Atlantic	C
Looked on the happy valley but ne'er from their station descended	G
There in the midst of its farms reposed the Acadian village	M
Strongly built were the houses with frames of oak and of hemlock	N
Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries	A
Thatched were the roofs with dormer windows and gables projecting	O
Over the basement below protected and shaded the doorway	P
There in the tranquil evenings of summer when brightly the sunset	Q
Lighted the village street and gilded the vanes on the chimneys	A
Matrons and maidens sat in snow white caps and in kirtles	A
Scarlet and blue and green with distaffs spinning the golden	D
Flax for the gossiping looms whose noisy shuttles within doors	A
Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens	A
Solemnly down the street came the parish priest and the children	D
Paused in their play to kiss the hand he extended to bless them	R
Reverend walked he among them and up rose matrons and maidens	A
Hailing his slow approach with words of affectionate welcome	S
Then came the laborers home from the field and serenely the sun sank	T
Down to his rest and twilight prevailed Anon from the belfry	I
Softly the Angelus sounded and over the roofs of the village	M
Columns of pale blue smoke like clouds of incense ascending	O
Rose from a hundred hearths the homes of peace and contentment	J
Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers	A
Dwelt in the love of God and of man Alike were they free from	S
Fear that reigns with the tyrant and envy the vice of republics	A
Neither locks had they to their doors nor bars to their windows	A
But their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of their owners	A
There the richest was poor and the poorest lived in abundance	A
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Somewhat apart from the village and nearer the Basin of Minas	A
Benedict Bellefontaine the wealthiest farmer of Grand Pre	I
Dwelt on his goodly acres and with him directing his household	U
Gentle Evangeline lived his child and the pride of the village	M
Stalworth and stately in form was the man of seventy winters	A
Hearty and hale was he an oak that is covered with snow flakes	A
White as the snow were his locks and his cheeks as brown as the oak leaves	A
Fair was she to behold that maiden of seventeen summers	A
Black were her eyes as the berry that grows on the thorn by the wayside	V
Black yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses	A
Sweet was her breath as the breath of kine that feed in the meadows	A
When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide	V
Flagons of home brewed ale ah fair in sooth was the maiden	D
Fairer was she when on Sunday morn while the bell from its turret	V
Sprinkled with holy sounds the air as the priest with his hyssop	W
Sprinkles the congregation and scatters blessings upon them	R
Down the long street she passed with her chaplet of beads and her missal	X
Wearing her Norman cap and her kirtle of blue and the ear rings	A
Brought in the olden time from France and since as an heirloom	Y
Handed down from mother to child through long generations	A
But a celestial brightness a more ethereal beauty	V
Shone on her face and encircled her form when after confession	D
Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her	H
When she had passed it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music	C
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Firmly builded with rafters of oak the house of the farmer	H
Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea and a shady	V
Sycamore grew by the door with a woodbine wreathing around it	V
Rudely carved was the porch with seats beneath and a footpath	Z
Led through an orchard wide and disappeared in the meadow	V
Under the sycamore tree were hives overhung by a penthouse	A
Such as the traveller sees in regions remote by the roadside	V
Built o'er a box for the poor or the blessed image of Mary	V
Farther down on the slope of the hill was the well with its moss grown	A2
Bucket fastened with iron and near it a trough for the horses	A
Shielding the house from storms on the north were the barns and the farm yard	V
There stood the broad wheeled wains and the antique ploughs and the harrows	A
There were the folds for the sheep and there in his feathered seraglio	X
Strutted the lordly turkey and crowed the cock with the selfsame	Y
Voice that in ages of old had startled the penitent Peter	H
Bursting with hay were the barns themselves a village In each one	D
Far o'er the gable projected a roof of thatch and a staircase	A
Under the sheltering eaves led up to the odorous corn loft	V
There too the dove cot stood with its meek and innocent inmates	A
Murmuring ever of love while above in the variant breezes	A
Numberless noisy weathercocks rattled and sang of mutation	D
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Thus at peace with God and the world the farmer of Grand Pre	V
Lived on his sunny farm and Evangeline governed his household	V
Many a youth as he knelt in the church and opened his missal	X
Fixed his eyes upon her as the saint of his deepest devotion	D
Happy was he who might touch her hand or the hem of her garment	V
Many a suitor came to her door by the darkness befriended	V
And as he knocked and waited to hear the sound of her footsteps	A
Knew not which beat the louder his heart or the knocker of iron	B2
Or at the joyous feast of the Patron Saint of the village	M
Bolder grew and pressed her hand in the dance as he whispered	V
Hurried words of love that seemed a part of the music	C
But among all who came young Gabriel only was welcome	Y
Gabriel Lajeunesse the son of Basil the blacksmith	C2
Who was a mighty man in the village and honored of all men	D2
For since the birth of time throughout all ages and nations	A
Has the craft of the smith been held in repute by the people	X
Basil was Benedict's friend Their children from earliest childhood	V
Grew up together as brother and sister and Father Felician	D2
Priest and pedagogue both in the village had	V

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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