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"The maid stood on the torrent's bank, A breeze arose, then swiftly sank. Ave, ave, ave Maria! "And she beheld, e'en as it fell, The Virgin on Massabielle. Ave, ave, ave Maria! "All white appeared the Lady chaste, A zone of Heaven round her waist. Ave, ave, ave Maria! "Two golden roses, pure and sweet, Bloomed brightly on her naked feet. Ave, ave, ave Maria!
Many a night afterwards I lay down to sleep beside these men and their brethren many a night by lake-shore, by torrent's edge, and far out amidst the measureless meadows of the West but "custom stales" even nature's infinite variety, and through many wild bivouacs my memory still wanders back to that first night out by the shore of Lake Winnipeg.
"Turn your eyes to the sombre mountains that guard the shadowy Mist Land from the sea," said Odin. "Now look far down into the rocky gorge in which the Fanander Cataract pours, and tell me what you see." Heimdal did as he was bidden. "I see a shape," said he, "sitting by the torrent's side. It is Loki's shape, and he seems strangely busy with strong strings and cords."
Destruction's blazing star Has vanish'd from our sight; The thunderbolt of war Is quench'd in endless night; Nor sight, nor sound of fear Startles the listening ear; Naught but the torrent's roar, The dull, deep, heavy sound, From out the dark profound, Echoes from shore to shore.
"The maid stood on the torrent's bank, A breeze arose, then swiftly sank. Ave, ave, ave Maria! "And she beheld, e'en as it fell, The Virgin on Massabielle. Ave, ave, ave Maria! "All white appeared the Lady chaste, A zone of Heaven round her waist. Ave, ave, ave Maria! "Two golden roses, pure and sweet, Bloomed brightly on her naked feet. Ave, ave, ave Maria!
It was a cheering sight, they say, To see how well they kept their way, How Ferangís impelled her horse Across that awful torrent's course, Guiding him with heroic hand, To reach unhurt the friendly strand.
"The torrent's smoothness ere it dash below." The mist obscured and saddened the few lights scattered on either side the water. And a deep and gloomy quiet brooded round; "The very houses seemed asleep, And all that mighty heart was lying still."
While yet their father reigned, his stern control Tamed their hot spirits, and with iron yoke To awful justice bowed their stubborn will: Obedient to his voice, to outward seeming They calmed their wrathful mood, nor in array Ere met, of hostile arms; yet unappeased Sat brooding malice in their bosoms' depths; They little reek of hidden springs whose power Can quell the torrent's fury: scarce their sire In death had closed his eyes, when, as the spark That long in smouldering embers sullen lay, Shoots forth a towering flame; so unconfined Burst the wild storm of brothers' hate triumphant O'er nature's holiest bands.
Then the press divided, running along on both sides of the carriages, in two fast-filling streams whose murmurs swelled into a very torrent's roar of questions and prayers for news of the general and the army. "Was Hannibal beaten? Had he been slain, or was he waiting in chains to grace the Fabian triumph?
I understood at once that he was searching for the exact spot where the torrent's roar was most plainly heard. This point he soon found in the lateral wall on the left side, about three feet above the level of the tunnel floor. I was in a state of intense excitement. I scarcely dared believe what the eider-duck hunter was about to do.
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