|line||Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth they hurried; and there on the sea-beach|
Piled in confusion lay the household goods of the peasants.
|535||All day long between the shore and the ships did the boats ply;|
All day long the wains came laboring down from the village.
Late in the afternoon, when the sun was near to his setting,
Echoed far o'er the fields came the roll of drums from the churchyard.
Thither the women and children thronged. On a sudden the church-doors
|540||Opened, and forth came the guard, and marching in gloomy procession|
Followed the long-imprisoned, but patient, Acadian farmers.
Even as pilgrims, who journey afar from their homes and their country,
Sing as they go, and in singing forget they are weary and wayworn,
So with songs on their lips the Acadian peasants descended
|545||Down from the church to the shore, amid their wives and their daughters.|
Foremost the young men came; and, raising together their voices,
Sang with tremulous lips a chant of the Catholic Missions: –
'Sacred heart of the Saviour! O inexhaustible fountain!
Fill our hearts this day with strength and submission and patience!'
|550||Then the old men, as they marched, and the women that stood by the wayside|
Joined in the sacred psalm, and the birds in the sunshine above them
Mingled their notes therewith, like voices of spirits departed.