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

Rhyme Scheme: ABAACDEFGHIHJAHAKHAK H HLHMKKHAKLFFKKNAM KHHKHNAHLKAOKKAKPKKA L AKKKKAKAIKKMKHK AH OOAKLLKQQAKKHHQO K LF AHAHO KOHFRKLKAAHKOHKSF

PLEASANTLY rose next morn the sun on the village of Grand PrA
Pleasantly gleamed in the soft sweet air the Basin of MinasB
Where the ships with their wavering shadows were riding at anchorA
Life had long been astir in the village and clamorous laborA
Knocked with its hundred hands at the golden gates of the morningC
Now from the country around from the farms and neighboring hamletsD
Came in their holiday dresses the blithe Acadian peasantsE
Many a glad good morrow and jocund laugh from the young folkF
Made the bright air brighter as up from the numerous meadowsG
Where no path could be seen but the track of wheels in the greenswardH
Group after group appeared and joined or passed on the highwayI
Long ere noon in the village all sounds of labor were silencedH
Thronged were the streets with people and noisy groups at the house doorsJ
Sat in the cheerful sun and rejoiced and gossiped togetherA
Every house was an inn where all were welcomed and feastedH
For with this simple people who lived like brothers togetherA
All things were held in common and what one had was another'sK
Yet under Benedict's roof hospitality seemed more abundantH
For Evangeline stood among the guests of her fatherA
Bright was her face with smiles and words of welcome and gladnessK
Fell from her beautiful lips and blessed the cup as she gave itH
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Under the open sky in the odorous air of the orchardH
Bending with golden fruit was spread the feast of betrothalL
There in the shade of the porch were the priest and the notary seatedH
There good Benedict sat and sturdy Basil the blacksmithM
Not far withdrawn from these by the cider press and the beehivesK
Michael the fiddler was placed with the gayest of hearts and of waistcoatsK
Shadow and light from the leaves alternately played on his snow whiteH
Hair as it waved in the wind and the jolly face of the fiddlerA
Glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the embersK
Gayly the old man sang to the vibrant sound of his fiddleL
Tous les Bourgeois de Chartres and Le Carillon de DunkerqueF
And anon with his wooden shoes beat time to the musicF
Merrily merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dancesK
Under the orchard trees and down the path to the meadowsK
Old folk and young together and children mingled among themN
Fairest of all the maids was Evangeline Benedict's daughterA
Noblest of all the youths was Gabriel son of the blacksmithM
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So passed the morning away And lo with a summons sonorousK
Sounded the bell from its tower and over the meadows a drum beatH
Thronged erelong was the church with men Without in the churchyardH
Waited the women They stood by the graves and hung on the headstonesK
Garlands of autumn leaves and evergreens fresh from the forestH
Then came the guard from the ships and marching proudly among themN
Entered the sacred portal With loud and dissonant clangorA
Echoed the sound of their brazen drums from ceiling and casementH
Echoed a moment only and slowly the ponderous portalL
Closed and in silence the crowd awaited the will of the soldiersK
Then uprose their commander and spake from the steps of the altarA
Holding aloft in his hands with its seals the royal commissionO
'You are convened this day ' he said 'by his Majesty's ordersK
Clement and kind has he been but how you have answered his kindnessK
Let your own hearts reply To my natural make and my temperA
Painful the task is I do which to you I know must be grievousK
Yet must I bow and obey and deliver the will of our monarchP
Namely that all your lands and dwellings and cattle of all kindsK
Forfeited be to the crown and that you yourselves from this provinceK
Be transported to other lands God grant you may dwell thereA
Ever as faithful subjects a happy and peaceable peopleL
Prisoners now I declare you for such is his Majesty's pleasure '-
As when the air is serene in the sultry solstice of summerA
Suddenly gathers a storm and the deadly sling of the hailstonesK
Beats down the farmer's corn in the field and shatters his windowsK
Hiding the sun and strewing the ground with thatch from the house roofsK
Bellowing fly the herds and seek to break their enclosuresK
So on the hearts of the people descended the words of the speakerA
Silent a moment they stood in speechless wonder and then roseK
Louder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and angerA
And by one impulse moved they madly rushed to the door wayI
Vain was the hope of escape and cries and fierce imprecationsK
Rang through the house of prayer and high o'er the heads of the othersK
Rose with his arms uplifted the figure of Basil the blacksmithM
As on a stormy sea a spar is tossed by the billowsK
Flushed was his face and distorted with passion and wildly he shoutedH
'Down with the tyrants of England we never have sworn them allegianceK
Death to these foreign soldiers who seize on our homes and our harvests '-
More he fain would have said but the merciless hand of a soldierA
Smote him upon the mouth and dragged him down to the pavementH
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In the midst of the strife and tumult of angry contentionO
Lo the door of the chancel opened and Father FelicianO
Entered with serious mien and ascended the steps of the altarA
Raising his reverend hand with a gesture he awed into silenceK
All that clamorous throng and thus he spake to his peopleL
Deep were his tones and solemn in accents measured and mournfulL
Spake he as after the tocsin's alarum distinctly the clock strikesK
'What is this that ye do my children what madness has seized youQ
Forty years of my life have I labored among you and taught youQ
Not in word alone but in deed to love one anotherA
Is this the fruit of my toils of my vigils and prayers and privationsK
Have you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and forgivenessK
This is the house of the Prince of Peace and would you profane itH
Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatredH
Lo where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon youQ
See in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassionO
Hark how those lips still repeat the prayer O Father forgive them '-
Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail usK
Let us repeat it now and say O Father forgive them ' '-
Few were his words of rebuke but deep in the hearts of his peopleL
Sank they and sobs of contrition succeeded the passionate outbreakF
And they repeated his prayer and said 'O Father forgive them '-
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Then came the evening service The tapers gleamed from the altarA
Fervent and deep was the voice of the priest and the people respondedH
Not with their lips alone but their hearts and the Ave MariaA
Sang they and fell on their knees and their souls with devotion translatedH
Rose on the ardor of prayer like Elijah ascending to heavenO
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Meanwhile had spread in the village the tidings of ill and on all sidesK
Wandered wailing from house to house the women and childrenO
Long at her father's door Evangeline stood with her right handH
Shielding her eyes from the level rays of the sun that descendingF
Lighted the village street with mysterious splendor and roofed eachR
Peasant's cottage with golden thatch and emblazoned its windowsK
Long within had been spread the snow white cloth on the tableL
There stood the wheaten loaf and the honey fragrant with wild flowersK
There stood the tankard of ale and the cheese fresh brought from the dairyA
And at the head of the board the great arm chair of the farmerA
Thus did Evangeline wait at her father's door as the sunsetH
Threw the long shadows of trees o'er the broad ambrosial meadowsK
Ah on her spirit within a deeper shadow had fallenO
And from the fields of her soul a fragrance celestial ascendedH
Charity meekness love and hope and forgiveness and patienceK
Then all forgetful of self she wandered into the villageS
Cheering with looks and words the discoF

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



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