Fair are all Acadia’s lands;
All its streams and wooded lakes,
Headlands high and pebbly strands,
When the early morning breaks,
Fair its scented flowers and trees,
And its many landlocked bays,
Rippling in the summer breeze;
Themes for minstrel muses’ lays—
But far fairer than all these
Are Acadia’s autumn days.
Made from heavenly design
By some unseen Artisan;
Gift of Architect divine,
To Acadia’s Weather man.
Fairest season of the year,
When boon Nature’s at her height
Robed in all her beauty sere,
And fair Luna sheds her light
With a more bewitching cheer
Through the watches of the night.
And God’s lowly creatures all,
Who the freeman’s burden bore,
Having heeded labor’s call
Now have plentitude in store,
And from every household hearth
Nightly offered up the “word”.
As a sacrifice of worth
To a kind and gracious Lord
For the riches of the earth,
Filling thus the family board.
And a thrill of peaceful joy
Permeates the human breast
And the starry vaulted sky
Seemingly is at its best,
For old Sol in all his pride
Scorpion doth then adorn,
Midway in his yearly ride
’Twixt the Line and Capricorn.
In this lovely Autumntide
Was Waegwoltic’s wedding morn.
MOTHER LOVE
Mother! All that’s blest and good,
Centres round that treasured word,
Mother-love and motherhood!
Sweetest sounds man ever heard,
Mother! blest and sweetest name,
Spoken by the human tongue,
Age and youth do thee acclaim,
Angels have thy praises sung,
And the greatness of thy fame,
Hath through all the ages rung.
Mother-love! whose fountain flow,
Feedeth man the living breath,
And which burns with tenser glow,
Even when he’s cold in death;
Blest and wondrous gift divine
Of the master Artisan
In fair Eden’s holy shrine
To the fallen creature man,
When fell Satan did design
To destroy Creation’s plan.