Slowly, slowly, slowly the days succeeded each other, Days and weeks and months; and the fields of maize that were springing Green from the ground when a stranger she came, now waving above her, 1210 Lifted their slender shafts, with leaves interlacing, and forming Cloisters for mendicant crow and granaries pillaged by squirrels. Then in the golden weather the maize was husked, and the maidens Blushed at each blood-red ear, for that betokened a lover, But at the crooked laughed, and called it a thief in the corn-field. 1215 Even the blood-red ear to Evangeline brought not her lover. "Patience!" the priest would say ; "have faith, and thy prayer will be answered! Look at this vigorous plant that lifts its head from the meadow, See how its leaves are turned to the north, as true as the magnet; It is the compass-flower, that the finger of God has planted 1220 Here in the houseless wild, to direct the trav eller's journey Over the sea-like, pathless, limitless waste of the desert. Such in the soul of man is faith. The blossoms of passion, 1219. Silphium laciniatum or compass-plant is found on the prairies of Michigan and Wisconsin and to the south and west, and is said to present the edges of the lower leaves due north and south. Gay and luxuriant flowers, are brighter and fuller of fragrance, But they beguile us, and lead us astray, and their odor is deadly. 1225 Only this humble plant can guide us here, and hereafter Crown us with asphodel flowers, that are wet with the dews of nepenthe." So came the autumn, and passed, and the winter, — yet Gabriel came not; Blossomed the opening spring, and the notes of the robin and bluebird Sounded sweet upon wold and in wood, yet 1230 But on the breath of the summer winds a rumor was wafted Sweeter than song of bird, or hue or odor of blossom. Far to the north and east, it said, in the Michi gan forests, Gabriel had his lodge by the banks of the And, with returning guides, that sought the lakes 1235 Saying a sad farewell, Evangeline went from the Mission. When over weary ways, by long and perilous marches, 1226. In early Greek poetry the asphodel meadows were haunted by the shades of heroes. See Homer's Odyssey, xxiv. 13, where Pope translates: -- "In ever flowering meads of asphodel." The asphodel is of the lily family and is known also by the name king's spear. She had attained at length the depths of the Found she the hunter's lodge deserted and Thus did the long sad years glide on, and in seasons and places 1240 Divers and distant far was seen the wandering maiden; Now in the Tents of Grace of the meek Moravian Missions, Now in the noisy camps and the battle-fields of the army, Now in secluded hamlets, in towns and populous cities. Like a phantom she came, and passed away un remembered. 1245 Fair was she and young, when in hope began the long journey; Faded was she and old, when in disappoint ment it ended. Each succeeding year stole something away from her beauty, Leaving behind it, broader and deeper, the gloom and the shadow. Then there appeared and spread faint streaks of gray o'er her forehead, 1250 Dawn of another life, that broke o'er her earthly horizon, As in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the morning. V. In that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters, 1241. A rendering of the Moravian Gnadenhutten. Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle, Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. 1255 There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still reëcho the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested. There from the troubled sea had Evangeline landed, an exile, Finding among the children of Penn a home and a country. 1260 There old René Leblanc had died; and when he departed, Saw at his side only one of all his hundred de scendants. Something at least there was in the friendly streets of the city, Something that spake to her heart, and made And her ear was pleased with the Thee and 1265 Fór it recalled the past, the old Acadian country, Where all men were equal, and all were brothers and sisters. So, when the fruitless search, the disappointed endeavor, Ended, to recommence no more upon earth, un complaining, Thither, as leaves to the light, were turned her thoughts and her footsteps. 1256. The streets of Philadelphia, as is well known, are many of them, especially those running east and west, named for trees, as Chestnut, Walnut, Locust, Spruce, Pine, etc. 1270 As from a mountain's top the rainy mists of the morning Roll away, and afar we behold the landscape below us, Sun-illumined, with shining rivers and cities and hamlets, So fell the mists from her mind, and she saw the world far below her, Dark no longer, but all illumined with love; and the pathway 1275 Which she had climbed so far, lying smooth and fair in the distance. Gabriel was not forgotten. Within her heart was his image, Clothed in the beauty of love and youth, as last she beheld him, Only more beautiful made by his deathlike silence and absence. Into her thoughts of him time entered not, for it was not. 1280 Over him years had no power; he was not changed, but transfigured; He had become to her heart as one who is dead. and not absent; Patience and abnegation of self, and devotion to others, This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her. So was her love diffused, but, like to some odor ous spices, 1285 Suffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air with aroma. Other hope had she none, nor wish in life, but to follow Meekly, with reverent steps, the sacred feet of her Saviour. |