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the vision away, but Evangeline knelt by his bedside.

      Vainly he strove to whisper her name, for the accents unuttered

      Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken.

      Vainly he strove to rise; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him,

      Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom.

      Sweet was the light of his eyes; but it suddenly sank into darkness,

      As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.

       All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow,

      All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,

      All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!

      And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom,

      Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured, "Father, I thank thee!"

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      Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow,

      Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.

      Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard,

      In the heart of the city, they lie, unknown and unnoticed.

      Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them,

      Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,

      Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy,

      Thousands of toiling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors,

      Thousands of weary feet, where theirs have completed their journey!

       Still stands the forest primeval; but under the shade of its branches

      Dwells another race, with other customs and language.

      Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic

      Linger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers from exile

      Wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom.

      In the fisherman's cot the wheel and the loom are still busy;

      Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their kirtles of homespun,

      And by the evening fire repeat Evangeline's story,

      While from its rocky caverns the deep-voiced, neighboring ocean

      Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.

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THE SEASIDE AND THE FIRESIDE

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      DEDICATION

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      As one who, walking in the twilight gloom,

       Hears round about him voices as it darkens,

      And seeing not the forms from which they come,

       Pauses from time to time, and turns and hearkens;

      So walking here in twilight, O my friends!

       I hear your voices, softened by the distance,

      And pause, and turn to listen, as each sends

       His words of friendship, comfort, and assistance.

      If any thought of mine, or sung or told,

       Has ever given delight or consolation,

      Ye have repaid me back a thousand-fold,

       By every friendly sign and salutation.

      Thanks for the sympathies that ye have shown!

       Thanks for each kindly word, each silent token,

      That teaches me, when seeming most alone,

       Friends are around us, though no word be spoken.

      Kind messages, that pass from land to land;

       Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,

      In which we feel the pressure of a hand—

       One touch of fire—and all the rest is mystery!

      The pleasant books, that silently among

       Our household treasures take familiar places,

      And are to us as if a living tongue

       Spice from the printed leaves or pictured faces!

      Perhaps on earth I never shall behold,

       With eye of sense, your outward form and semblance;

      Therefore to me ye never will grow old,

       But live forever young in my remembrance.

      Never grow old, nor change, nor pass away!

       Your gentle voices will flow on forever,

       When life grows bare and tarnished with decay,

       As through a leafless landscape flows a river.

      Not chance of birth or place has made us friends,

       Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations,

      But the endeavor for the selfsame ends,

       With the same hopes, and fears, and aspirations.

      Therefore I hope to join your seaside walk,

       Saddened, and mostly silent, with emotion;

      Not interrupting with intrusive talk

       The grand, majestic symphonies of ocean.

      Therefore I hope, as no unwelcome guest,

       At your warm fireside, when the lamps are lighted,

      To have my place reserved among the rest,

       Nor stand as one unsought and uninvited!

      BY THE SEASIDE

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THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP

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      "Build me straight, O worthy Master!

       Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel,

      That shall laugh at all disaster,

       And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!"

      The merchant's word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art.

      A quiet smile played round his lips, As the eddies and dimples of the tide Play round the bows of ships, That steadily at anchor ride. And with a voice that was full of glee, He answered, "Erelong we will launch A vessel as goodly, and strong, and stanch, As ever weathered a wintry sea!" And first with nicest skill and art, Perfect and finished in every part, A little model the Master wrought, Which should be to the larger plan What the child is to the man, Its counterpart in miniature; That with a hand more swift and sure The greater labor might be brought To answer to his inward thought. And as he labored, his

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