All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow,
All the aching of the heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,
All the dull, deep Pain, and constant anguish of patience. . . .
All the aching of the heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,
All the dull, deep Pain, and constant anguish of patience. . . .
Linger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers from exile
Wandered back to their native land to die in its bosom, ...
Maidens still wear their Norman caps and their kirtles of homespun,
And by the evening fire repeat Evangeline’s story.
Our yewt must not only learn of Evangeline and Acadie, but also know about The forest primeval. ... Ships passing in the night. ... Footprints on the sands of time. and that Life is real! Life is earnest! as only Hank Longfellow can tell them.
How can they recognize their talents without understanding our wonderful childhood rhyme "You're a poet, and you didn't know it. But your feet show it. They're longfellows!?" Nuff said. I'm disappointed. The yewt are not interested, and there is little support from my generation. Here, thanks to Ken, is a slightly modified Cliff Notes version.
4 comments:
Why isn't Cousin Jim teaching? He'd be a good'un.
He did for one year--and he was.
I was about to leave a comment about dreamy glimpses of Robbie Robertson on the video; but, after reading the above, was distracted by visions of angry mobs carrying torches and pitchforks outside Cousin Jim's classroom.
Anon I & II:
Thanks. That really makes me feel good. It couldn't have come at a better time. There are times when I regret leaving teaching.
Dena:
Don't forget Dreamy Levon Helm on mandolin.
Ah, yes. The mobs, torches, and pitchforks. Now I remember why I left.
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