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Acadia.
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And sleet, and snow, their manly limbs assail;
How many weeping wives, and children mourn,
The loss of those who never can return.
How many weeping wives, and children mourn,
The loss of those who never can return.
Inured to toil, familiar with the storm,
Around our coast these hardy boatmen swarm,
With nerves well strung to battle with the wave,
And souls as free as are the winds they brave.
Acadia loves to hear her rocky shores
Echo the music of their dashing oars;
And hails the offspring of her sea girt strand
The strength, the pride, and sinews of her land.
Around our coast these hardy boatmen swarm,
With nerves well strung to battle with the wave,
And souls as free as are the winds they brave.
Acadia loves to hear her rocky shores
Echo the music of their dashing oars;
And hails the offspring of her sea girt strand
The strength, the pride, and sinews of her land.
But let the Muse the willing fancy bear
Home with the Boatman, and behold him there
Safe from the stormy peril of the deep,
With grateful heart he climbs the rocky steep,
To where, just clinging to the mountain side
His humble cot o'erlooks the troubled tide.
Through the clear pane he fondly stops to gaze,
And sees, around the cheerful fagot's blaze
His little happy flock, his hope and pride,
Whose laughing eyes adorn his fireside,—
Two mend the net, a third, with wonder, reads
Of Crusoe's hairbreadth 'scapes and daring deeds,
And as strange scenes his infant thoughts beguile,
Half wishes he were cast on Crusoe's Isle.
Home with the Boatman, and behold him there
Safe from the stormy peril of the deep,
With grateful heart he climbs the rocky steep,
To where, just clinging to the mountain side
His humble cot o'erlooks the troubled tide.
Through the clear pane he fondly stops to gaze,
And sees, around the cheerful fagot's blaze
His little happy flock, his hope and pride,
Whose laughing eyes adorn his fireside,—
Two mend the net, a third, with wonder, reads
Of Crusoe's hairbreadth 'scapes and daring deeds,
And as strange scenes his infant thoughts beguile,
Half wishes he were cast on Crusoe's Isle.
With anxious brow that ill her care conceals,
The watchful mother to the casement steals,
And tries to pierce, with an enquiring eye,
The frightful gloom that darkens earth and sky,
The watchful mother to the casement steals,
And tries to pierce, with an enquiring eye,
The frightful gloom that darkens earth and sky,