PART  THE  SECOND

I.

MANY a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pré,
When on the falling tide the freighted vessels departed,
Bearing a nation, with all its household gods, into exile,
Exile without an end, and without an example in story.
Far asunder, on separate coasts, the Acadians landed;
Scattered were they, like flakes of snow, when the wind from the
       north-east
Strikes aslant through the fogs that darken the Banks of
       Newfoundland.
Friendless, homeless, hopeless, they wandered from city to city,