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Acadia.
Repress the sigh for those he left behind;
And here the wanderer from green Erin's shore
Tastes of delights he seldom knew before.
He toils beneath no law's unequal weight,
No rival parties tempt his soul to hate;
No lordly Churchman passes o'er his field,
To share the fruits the generous seasons yield.
With joy, Acadia welcomes to her strand
These venturous wanderers from their Fatherland—
A Mother's love bestows-with pride, beholds
Them mark the charms her simple form unfolds—
Then to her breast with filial rapture cling,
And cast their lot beneath her pleasant wing.
And here the wanderer from green Erin's shore
Tastes of delights he seldom knew before.
He toils beneath no law's unequal weight,
No rival parties tempt his soul to hate;
No lordly Churchman passes o'er his field,
To share the fruits the generous seasons yield.
With joy, Acadia welcomes to her strand
These venturous wanderers from their Fatherland—
A Mother's love bestows-with pride, beholds
Them mark the charms her simple form unfolds—
Then to her breast with filial rapture cling,
And cast their lot beneath her pleasant wing.
With equal pride a numerous race she rears,
Sons of those sire's who braved the Indian spears;
And those who've sprung from that devoted band,
Who, when rebellion reared its impious hand,
Spite of her faults, to Albion's standard true,
Fought 'neath its folds, till fate her power o'erthrew;
Then sought amidst Acadia's wilds to claim
A Briton's feelings, and a Briton's name.
But see, extending upon every side,
Her Cottage Homes! Acadia's noblest pride;
There honest Industry, by daily toil,
Covers with fruits and flowers his native soil;
And calm contentment, with an Angel's air,
And humble hopes, and smiling joys, are there.
Sons of those sire's who braved the Indian spears;
And those who've sprung from that devoted band,
Who, when rebellion reared its impious hand,
Spite of her faults, to Albion's standard true,
Fought 'neath its folds, till fate her power o'erthrew;
Then sought amidst Acadia's wilds to claim
A Briton's feelings, and a Briton's name.
But see, extending upon every side,
Her Cottage Homes! Acadia's noblest pride;
There honest Industry, by daily toil,
Covers with fruits and flowers his native soil;
And calm contentment, with an Angel's air,
And humble hopes, and smiling joys, are there.
But has not time—that drowned the dim of arms,
Defaced Acadia's wild and simple charms,
Defaced Acadia's wild and simple charms,