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BENT like a laboring oar that toils in the surf of the ocean	A
Bent but not broken by age was the form of the notary public	B
Shocks of yellow hair like the silken floss of the maize hung	C
Over his shoulders his forehead was high and glasses with horn bows	D
Sat astride on his nose with a look of wisdom supernal	E
Father of twenty children was he and more than a hundred	F
Children's children rode on his knee and heard his great watch tick	B
Four long years in the times of the war had he languished a captive	G
Suffering much in an old French fort as the friend of the English	H
Now though warier grown without all guile or suspicion	A
Ripe in wisdom was he but patient and simple and childlike	I
He was beloved by all and most of all by the children	A
For he told them tales of the Loup garou in the forest	J
And of the goblin that came in the night to water the horses	K
And of the white L tiche the ghost of a child who unchristened	J
Died and was doomed to haunt unseen the chambers of children	A
And how on Christmas eve the oxen talked in the stable	E
And how the fever was cured by a spider shut up in a nutshell	E
And of the marvellous powers of four leaved clover and horsehoes	K
With whatsoever else was writ in the lore of the village	L
Then up rose from his seat by the fireside Basil the blacksmith	M
Knocked from his pipe the ashes and slowly extending his right hand	J
'Father Leblanc ' he exclaimed 'thou hast heard the talk in the village	L
And perchance canst tell us some news of these ships and their errand '	N
Then with modest demeanor made answer the notary public	B
'Gossip enough have I heard in sooth yet am never the wiser	O
And what their errand may be I know not better than others	K
Yet am I not of those who imagine some evil intention	A
Brings them here for we are at peace and why then molest us '	N
'God's name ' shouted the hasty and somewhat irascible blacksmith	M
'Must we in all things look for the how and the why and the wherefore	O
Daily injustice is done and might is the right of the strongest '	N
But without heeding his warmth continued the notary public	B
'Man is unjust but God is just and finally justice	K
Triumphs and well I remember a story that often consoled me	P
When as a captive I lay in the old French fort at Port Royal '	N
This was the old man's favorite tale and he loved to repeat it	J
When his neighbors complained that any injustice was done them	Q
'Once in an ancient city whose name I no longer remember	O
Raised aloft on a column a brazen statue of Justice	K
Stood in the public square upholding the scales in its left hand	J
And in its right a sword as an emblem that justice presided	J
Over the laws of the land and the hearts and homes of the people	E
Even the birds had built their nests in the scales of the balance	K
Having no fear of the sword that flashed in the sunshine above them	Q
But in the course of time the laws of the land were corrupted	J
Might took the place of right and the weak were oppressed and the mighty	P
Ruled with an iron rod Then it chanced in a nobleman's palace	K
That a necklace of pearls was lost and erelong a suspicion	A
Fell on an orphan girl who lived as maid in the household	J
She after form of trial condemned to die on the scaffold	J
Patiently met her doom at the foot of the statue of Justice	K
As to her Father in heaven her innocent spirit ascended	J
Lo o'er the city a tempest rose and the bolts of the thunder	O
Smote the statue of bronze and hurled in wrath from its left hand	J
Down on the pavement below the clattering scales of the balance	K
And in the hollow thereof was found the nest of a magpie	R
Into whose clay built walls the necklace of pearls was inwoven '	N
Silenced but not convinced when the story was ended the blacksmith	M
Stood like a man who fain would speak but findeth no language	L
All his thoughts were congealed into lines on his face as the vapors	K
Freeze in fantastic shapes on the window panes in the winter	O
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Then Evangeline lighted the brazen lamp on the table	E
Filled till it overflowed the pewter tankard with home brewed	J
Nut brown ale that was famed for its strength in the village of Grand Pr	O
While from his pocket the notary drew his papers and inkhorn	A
Wrote with a steady hand the date and the age of the parties	K
Naming the dower of the bride in flocks of sheep and in cattle	E
Orderly all things proceeded and duly and well were completed	J
And the great seal of the law was set like a sun on the margin	A
Then from his leathern pouch the farmer threw on the table	E
Three times the old man's fee in solid pieces of silver	O
And the notary rising and blessing the bride and the bridegroom	S
Lifted aloft the tankard of ale and drank to their welfare	O
Wiping the foam from his lip he solemnly bowed and departed	J
While in silence the others sat and mused by the fireside	J
Till Evangeline brought the draught board out of its corner	O
Soon was the game begun In friendly contention the old men	A
Laughed at each lucky hit or unsuccessful manoeuver	O
Laughed when a man was crowned or a breach was made in the king row	O
Meanwhile apart in the twilight gloom of a window's embrasure	O
Sat the lovers and whispered together beholding the moon rise	K
Over the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the meadows	K
Silently one by one in the infinite meadows of heaven	A
Blossomed the lovely stars the forget me nots of the angels	K
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Thus passed the evening away Anon the bell from the belfry	O
Rang out the hour of nine the village curfew and straightway	T
Rose the guests and departed and silence reigned in the household	J
Many a farewell word and sweet good night on the door step	U
Lingered long in Evangeline's heart and filled it with gladness	K
Carefully then were covered the embers that glowed on the hearth stone	A
And on the oaken stairs resounded the tread of the farmer	O
Soon with a soundless step the foot of Evangeline followed	J
Up the staircase moved a luminous space in the darkness	K
Lighted less by the lamp than the shining face of the maiden	A
Silent she passed the hall and entered the door of her chamber	O
Simple that chamber was with its curtains of white and its clothes press	K
Ample and high on whose spacious shelves were carefully folded	J
Linen and woollen stuffs by the hand of Evangeline woven	A
This was the precious dower she would bring to her husband in marriage	V
Better than flocks and herds being proofs of her skill as a housewife	W
Soon she extinguished her lamp for the mellow and radiant moonlight	J
Streamed through the windows and lighted the room till the heart of the maiden	A
Swelled and obeyed its power like the tremulous tides of the ocean	A
Ah she was fair exceeding fair to behold as she stood with	X
Naked snow white feet on the gleaming floor of her chamber	O
Little she dreamed that below among the trees of the orchard	J
Waited her lover and watched for the gleam of her lamp and her shadow	O
Yet were her thoughts of him and at times a feeling of sadness	K
Passed o'er her soul as the sailing shade of clouds in the moonlight	J
Flitted across the floor and darkened the room for a moment	J
And as she gazed from the window she saw serenely the moon pass	K
Forth from the folds of a cloud and one star follow her footsteps	K
As out of Abraham's tent young Ishmael wandered with Hagar	O

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Evangeline: Part The First. Iii. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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