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'To the winds give our banner	A
Bear homeward again '	B
Cried the Lord of Acadia	C
Cried Charles of Estienne	D
From the prow of his shallop	E
He gazed as the sun	D
From its bed in the ocean	D
Streamed up the St John	D
	-
O'er the blue western waters	F
That shallop had passed	G
Where the mists of Penobscot	H
Clung damp on her mast	G
St Saviour had looked	I
On the heretic sail	J
As the songs of the Huguenot	H
Rose on the gale	J
	-
The pale ghostly fathers	F
Remembered her well	K
And had cursed her while passing	L
With taper and bell	K
But the men of Monhegan	D
Of Papists abhorred	M
Had welcomed and feasted	N
The heretic Lord	M
	-
They had loaded his shallop	E
With dun fish and ball	O
With stores for his larder	A
And steel for his wall	O
Pemaquid from her bastions	P
And turrets of stone	D
Had welcomed his coming	L
With banner and gun	D
	-
And the prayers of the elders	F
Had followed his way	Q
As homeward he glided	N
Down Pentecost Bay	Q
Oh well sped La Tour	R
For in peril and pain	D
His lady kept watch	S
For his coming again	D
	-
O'er the Isle of the Pheasant	T
The morning sun shone	D
On the plane trees which shaded	N
The shores of St John	D
'Now why from yon battlements	U
Speaks not my love	V
Why waves there no banner	A
My fortress above '	-
	-
Dark and wild from his deck	W
St Estienne gazed about	X
On fire wasted dwellings	Y
And silent redoubt	X
From the low shattered walls	Z
Which the flame had o'errun	D
There floated no banner	A
There thundered no gun	D
	-
But beneath the low arch	A2
Of its doorway there stood	B2
A pale priest of Rome	C2
In his cloak and his hood	B2
With the bound of a lion	D
La Tour sprang to land	D2
On the throat of the Papist	D2
He fastened his hand	D2
	-
'Speak son of the Woman	D
Of scarlet and sin	D
What wolf has been prowling	L
My castle within '	-
From the grasp of the soldier	A
The Jesuit broke	E2
Half in scorn half in sorrow	F2
He smiled as he spoke	E2
	-
'No wolf Lord of Estienne	D
Has ravaged thy hall	O
But thy red handed rival	G2
With fire steel and ball	O
On an errand of mercy	H2
I hitherward came	I2
While the walls of thy castle	G2
Yet spouted with flame	I2
	-
'Pentagoet's dark vessels	J2
Were moored in the bay	Q
Grim sea lions roaring	L
Aloud for their prey '	-
'But what of my lady '	-
Cried Charles of Estienne	D
'On the shot crumbled turret	D2
Thy lady was seen	D
	-
'Half veiled in the smoke cloud	D2
Her hand grasped thy pennon	D
While her dark tresses swayed	D2
In the hot breath of cannon	D
But woe to the heretic	K2
Evermore woe	F2
When the son of the church	L2
And the cross is his foe	F2
	-
'In the track of the shell	K
In the path of the ball	O
Pentagoet swept over	A
The breach of the wall	O
Steel to steel gun to gun	D
One moment and then	D
Alone stood the victor	A
Alone with his men	D
	-
'Of its sturdy defenders	F
Thy lady alone	D
Saw the cross blazoned banner	A
Float over St John '	-
'Let the dastard look to it '	-
Cried fiery Estienne	D
'Were D'Aulnay King Louis	M2
I'd free her again '	-
	-
'Alas for thy lady	H2
No service from thee	H2
Is needed by her	A
Whom the Lord hath set free	H2
Nine days in stern silence	N2
Her thraldom she bore	O2
But the tenth morning came	I2
And Death opened her door '	-
	-
As if suddenly smitten	D
La Tour staggered back	P2
His hand grasped his sword hilt	D2
His forehead grew black	P2
He sprang on the deck	W
Of his shallop again	D
'We cruise now for vengeance	N2
Give way ' cried Estienne	D
	-
'Massachusetts shall hear	Q2
Of the Huguenot's wrong	R2
And from island and creekside	D2
Her fishers shall throng	R2
Pentagoet shall rue	S2
What his Papists have done	D
When his palisades echo	F2
The Puritan's gun '	-
	-
Oh the loveliest of heavens	P
Hung tenderly o'er him	T2
There were waves in the sunshine	D
And green isles before him	T2
But a pale hand was beckoning	L
The Huguenot on	D
And in blackness and ashes	U2
Behind was St John	D

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