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PART I	A
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Away up on the River aux Lievres	B
That is foaming and surging always	B
And from rock to rock leaping through rapids	B
Which are curtained by showers of spray	C
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That is eddying whirling and chasing	D
All the white swells that break on the shore	E
And then dashing and thundering onward	F
With the sound of a cataract's roar	E
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And up here is the Buckingham village	G
Which is built on these waters of strife	H
It was here that the minister Babin	I
Stood and preached of the Gospel of Life	H
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Of the message of love and of mercy	B
The glad tidings of freedom and peace	B
Of help for the hopeless and helpless	B
For all weary ones rest and relief	J
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Was his message all noise like the rapids	B
Was it empty and light as the foam	K
Ah me what thought the desolate inmate	L
Of the still upper room of his home	K
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One too many one sad and unwelcome	M
That reclined in his invalid's chair	N
With her pale busy fingers still knitting	D
Yarn mingled with sorrow and care	N
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And the brother stood up in the pulpit	O
Stood up there in the neat village church	P
And he preached of the pool of Bethesda	Q
Where the poor lame man lay in the porch	R
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Waiting for the invisible mercy	B
That shall healing and blessedness bring	D
For those soft waters never were troubled	S
Until swept by the life angel's wing	D
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But was that cottage home a Bethesda	Q
Was the porch up the dark narrow stair	N
Were the thoughts of the lonely sister	T
Brighter made by a fond brother's care	N
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Ah who knows for the chair now is empty	B
And the impotent girl is away	C
While the night and the darkness covered	F
Such a deed from the light of the day	C
	-
Did she struggle for her dear existence	B
Did the wild night winds bear off her cry	A
Ere the pitiless swift surging waters	B
Caught and smothered her agony	B
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And again when the black whirling eddy	B
Drew her down to its cold rocky bed	U
Who was it that stood so remorseless	B
On the strong ice arched over her head	U
	-
Men may join and strike hands to hide it	O
And agree to say evil is good	V
Mingled with the loud roar of the waters	B
Rings the cry of our lost sister's blood	W
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Mirth and song and untimely music	X
May sound up to the starry skies	B
Nought of earth can stifle the gnawing	D
Of that dread worm that never dies	B
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PART II	A
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Away in a distant city	B
Is a stranger all unknown	Y
Far far from the leaping river	T
That is rushing past his home	K
	-
He lay in the stilly silence	B
Of a quiet darkened room	Z
Feeling that the dread death angel	A2
Stands in the gathering gloom	Z
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One foot on shadowy waters	B
One foot on the earthly shore	E
He swears to the shrinking mortal	A2
That his time shall be no more	E
	-
The spray of the silent river	T
Is cold beaded on his brow	B2
For Jordan's billowy swellings	B
Are bearing him onward now	B2
	-
He is floating into darkness	B
Going with the shifting tide	C2
And there is the seat of judgment	D2
Waits him at the further side	C2
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But his eyes are looking backward	F
In pauses of mortal strife	H
And he sees the quiet village	G
Where he preached the word of life	H
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And he sees the pleasant cottage	G
To which in the flush of pride	C2
The popular village pastor	T
Brought home a most haughty bride	C2
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But ever there comes another	T
With a pale and pleading face	B
So helpless and so unwelcome	M
A burden and a disgrace	B
	-
And the river roars and rushes	B
Leaping past with fearful din	I
Its ever foaming caldron	I
Suggesting a deadly sin	I
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Saying I am partially sheeted	C2
In the winter's ice and snow	I
What's plunged in my dashing waters	B
No mortal shall ever know	I
	-
So ever with nervous fingers	B
He harnesses up his sleigh	C
So ever with stealthy movements	B
He travels the icy way	C
	-
And stops where the yawning chasm	M
Shows the yawning wave beneath	E2
And she knows with sudden horror	T
That she has been brought to her death	F2
	-
Her weak hands cling to his bosom	M
His ears are thrilled with her cry	A
When the last struggling strength went forth	G2
In that shriek of agony	I
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So his most unwilling spirit	C2
Still travels memory's track	H2
Despair staring blindly forward	C2
Remorse ever dragging back	H2
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Again he walks by the waters	B
While innocent mortals sleep	I2
Asking the pitiless river	T
The horrible deed to keep	I2
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Spring comes and the ice is breaking	D
Does it break before its time	J2
Then he knows on God's fair footstool	A2
No shelter there is for crime	J2
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For the rushing tempting waters	B
Have got an accusing roar	E
The treacherous sweeping eddy	I
Has brought the crime to his door	E
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Then he lives over and over	T
That moment of anguished dread	C2
When the cry arose awestruck hands	B
Had found and borne oft his dead	C2
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Thus he conscience lashed and goaded	C2
Feeling as the murderer feels	B
Has reached the last last spot of earth	K2
The Avenger at his heels	B
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Ah me to plunge in those swellings	B
Along with that ghastly face	B
Going out on unknown waters	B
In that clinging dread embrace	B
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So he floated on to judgment	C2
What award may meet him there	N
Who knows but his earthly punishment	C2
Was greater than he could bear	N

Nora Pembroke (margaret Moran Dixon Mcdougall)

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