Pine, Rose and Fleur de Lis

by Susie Frances Harrison


 

STE ANNE DE BEAUPRE


 

                                                        I.

In the sacred hamlet of Bonne Ste. Anne
       One is never far from the Wayside Cross,
One is always near some talisman,

For relics, preserv’d on a famous plan
       Abound, nor suffer change or loss

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In the sacred hamlet of Bonne Ste. Anne.

There, since the century first began,
       The crucifix stands, o’ergrown with moss;
One is always near some talisman,

Some skull that the poor devout may scan,

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       Some bone that glows with a wonderful gloss,
In the sacred hamlet of Bonne Ste. Anne.

For a tooth, or a toe, the caravan
       Of pilgrims away its life would toss—
One is always near some talisman!

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Here are the nails half buried in bran!
       Here is the corner of Wayside Cross!
In the sacred hamlet of Bonne Ste. Anne
One is always near some talisman.

                                                        II.

Follow, follow the Pilgrims, hastening down to their shrine,

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Dusty and worn their garments, weary their feet…
Hastening fast to the fane by the edge of the brine.

Talisman nought but earthy, the earthy immers’d in divine…
What does it matter? We scent the wilderness sweet,
Follow, follow the Pilgrims, hastening down to their shrine.

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Brittany! Hearken and wonder! Your children’s children incline,
Passing the Host as it moveth along the street,
Hastening fast to the fane by the edge of the brine.

Under the shade of a stately, a mighty Canadian pine,
Miracles daily are done and Rome is complete…

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Follow, follow the Pilgrims, hastening down to their shrine!

Mother of Churches who sets for her children’s children such wine
Giveth them also strange and miraculous meat…
Hastening fast to the fane by the edge of the brine,

Mother of Churches, of Nations! we also, we fall into line,

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Follow the blind and the lame, the frail and the fleet,
Follow, follow the Pilgrims, hastening down to their shrine,
Hastening fast to the fane by the edge of the brine.

 


 

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