The Old Towers Of Mount Royal, Or Ville Marie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEE FFGGHHII JJKKLLMM NNOOPDQQ AARRSSTT UUQQOOVV WWJJXXAA YYAAQQJJ| On proud Mount Royal s Eastern side | A |
| In view of St Lawrence s silver tide | A |
| Are two stone towers of masonry rude | B |
| With massive doors of time darken d wood | C |
| Traces of loop holes are in the walls | D |
| While softly across them the sun light falls | D |
| Around broad meadows quiet and green | E |
| With grazing cattle a pastoral scene | E |
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| Those towers tell of a time long past | F |
| When the red man roamed o er regions vast | F |
| And the settlers men of bold heart and brow | G |
| Had to use the sword as well as the plough | G |
| When women no lovelier now than then | H |
| Had to do the deeds of undaunted men | H |
| And when higher aims engrossed the heart | I |
| Than study of fashions or toilet s art | I |
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| A hardy race from beyond the sea | J |
| Were those ancient founders of Ville Marie | J |
| The treacherous Sioux and Iroquois bold | K |
| Gathered round them as wolves that beset a fold | K |
| Yet they sought their rest free from coward fears | L |
| Though war whoops often reached their ears | L |
| Or battle s red light their slumbers dispel | M |
| They knew God could guard and protect them well | M |
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| Look we back nigh two hundred years ago | N |
| Softly St Lawrence bright waters flow | N |
| Shines the glad sun on each purple hill | O |
| Rougemont St Hilary Boucherville | O |
| Kissing the fairy like isle of St Paul s | P |
| Where hushed and holy the twilight falls | D |
| Or St Helen s amid the green wave s spray | Q |
| All lovely and calm as it is today | Q |
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| No villas with porticos handsome wide | A |
| Then dotted our queenly mountain s side | A |
| No busy and populous city nigh | R |
| Raised steeples and domes to the clear blue sky | R |
| Uncleared unsettled our forests hoar | S |
| Unbridged out river unwharfed each shore | S |
| While over the waves of emerald hue | T |
| Glided lightly the Indian s bark canoe | T |
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| It was in those towers the Southern one | U |
| Sister Margaret Bourgeoys that sainted nun | U |
| Sat patiently teaching day after day | Q |
| How to find to Jesus the blessed way | Q |
| Mid the daughters swarth of the forest dell | O |
| Who first from her lips of a God heard tell | O |
| And learned the virtues that woman should grace | V |
| Whatever might be her rank or race | V |
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| Here too in the chapel tower buried deep | W |
| An Indian brave and his grand child sleep | W |
| True model of womanly virtues she | J |
| Acquired at Margaret Bourgeoys knee | J |
| He won to Christ from his own dark creed | X |
| From the trammels fierce of his childhood freed | X |
| Lowly humbled his savage Huron pride | A |
| And amid the pale faces lived and died | A |
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| With each added year grows our city fair | Y |
| The steepled church and spacious square | Y |
| Villas and mansions of stately pride | A |
| Embellish it now on every side | A |
| Buildings old land marks vanish each day | Q |
| For stately successors to make way | Q |
| But from change like that may time leave free | J |
| The ancient towers of Ville Marie | J |
Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
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