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Pine,
Rose and Fleur de Lis
by
Susie Frances Harrison
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STE
ANNE DE BEAUPRE
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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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