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Jean de Breboeuf a priest of the Jesuit Order came to Canada as a missionary to the Indians about the year He belonged to an old and honourable French family that had given many sons to the army and was a man of great physical strength one who possessed an iron will that was yet combined with sweetness and gentleness of temper	A
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He lived with the Indians for many years and spoke the dialects of different tribes though his mission was chiefly to the Hurons By them he was much beloved	B
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At the time of the uprising of the Iroquois in there was a massacre of the Hurons at the little mission village of St Louis upon the shores of Georgian Bay There Jean de Breboeuf refusing to leave his people met death by torture at the hands of the conquering Iroquois Lalement his friend a priest of the same order was also martyred by these Indians upon the same day March th	C
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As Jean de Breboeuf told his rosary	D
At sundown in his cell there came a call	E
Clear as a bell rung on a ship at sea	D
Breaking the beauty of tranquillity	B
Down from the heart of Heaven it seemed to fall	E
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Hail Jean de Breboeuf Lift thee to thy feet	B
Not for thy sins by prayer shalt thou atone	F
Thou wert not made for peace so deeply sweet	B
Thine be the midnight cold the noonday heat	B
The journey through the wilderness alone	F
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Too well thou lovest France her very air	G
Is wine against thy lips and all her weeds	H
Are in thine eyes as flowers She is fair	G
In all her moods to thee and even there	G
See thou dost dream of her above thy beads	H
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Rouse thee from out thy dreams Awake Awake	I
Thou priest who cometh of a martial line	J
Thou hast its strength thy will no man can break	I
Go forth unarmed the law of love to take	I
Into a lonely land that yet is Mine	J
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Then straightway fell the monk upon his face	K
Trembling with awe throughout his mighty frame	L
I hear Thee Lord he cried Give me Thy grace	K
That I may follow thee to any place	K
And speak to any people in Thy name	L
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The vine leaf shadows darkened in the cell	M
And barefoot friars passed the close shut door	N
At vespers rang the monastery bell	M
Yet still he lay unheeding where he fell	M
Cross of black outstretched upon the floor	N
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Northward into the silence night and day	B
Through the unknown with faith that did not fail	O
Into the lands beneath the redman's sway	B
The priest called Jean de Breboeuf took his way	B
Led by the Polestar and the far blazed trail	O
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He bore the sacred wine cups and a bell	M
Of beaten bronze whose tongue should warn or bless	P
As had been done in France so he as well	M
Would ring a marriage chime or funeral knell	M
For his lone flock out in the wilderness	Q
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And like a phantom ever at his side	B
Pointing each hour to paths he scarce could see	D
By wood and waterway went one still guide	B
Who drifted with the shades when daylight died	B
Into the deep of night and mystery	D
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But when they reached the place of many pines	R
God's country that no white man yet had named	B
They beached their birch canoe 'neath swinging vines	R
For here the Indian read by many signs	R
Lay the wild land the tribe of Huron claimed	B
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Then like down dropping pearls the rounded years	S
One after one slipped off the thread of Time	T
And Jean de Breboeuf laboured oft with fears	S
Safe hidden oftener still with smiles and tears	U
Among the people of this northern clime	T
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The forest children had become a part	B
Of his own life always he spoke their tongue	V
He dwelt within their tents with all his heart	B
He learned their ancient woodcraft and each art	B
Their race had practised when the world was young	V
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He gave a simple truth and faithfulness	U
To men of silence and of subtle ways	U
He shared with them long hunger and distress	U
When they had little he himself had less	U
Through all the dark and lonely winter days	U
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High in the vast cathedral of the trees	U
He hung the bell of bronze there in God's name	T
He taught the law of Love there on his knees	U
In the sun dappled gloom midst birds and bees	U
He lifted up the cross with words of name	T
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But evil days were come The arrowhead	B
Was dipped in poison and de Breboeuf saw	U
The painted faces and the swift slain dead	B
The deep unhealing wound the rent of red	B
Made by the weapon of the Iroquois	U
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Closed in the village with its palisade	B
Guarded by many a mighty Huron brave	W
The women and the little children stayed	B
Lest forest fire or sweeping midnight raid	B
Make all their hunting ground a common grave	W
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It was at daybreak that they heard the cry	X
The Iroquois The Iroquois They come	T
Fly to the hidden forest places Fly	X
To linger in the village is to die	X
Steal through the river grasses and be dumb	T
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Swiftly the women and the children fled	B
But with the braves de Breboeuf stayed behind	B
Go cried the chief good father we be dead	B
Yet soft he answered as he shook his head	B
I stay with thee and with thy old and blind	B
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When the red sun came creeping up the sky	X
Grey death had reaped the harvest hate had sown	F
The Jesuit heard no longer curse or sigh	X
His prayers were said for those about to die	X
He faced the living Iroquois alone	F
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They bound him fast beneath the forest green	Y
And when was come the shadowy edge of night	B
Nay ask not what the horned owl hath seen	Y
Nor what the moon doth know white and serene	Y
The soul of Jean de Breboeuf took its flight	B

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