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Something that spake to her heart； and made her no longer a
stranger；
And her ear was pleased with the Thee and Thou of the Quakers；
For it recalled the past； the old Acadian country；
Where all men were equal； and all were brothers and sisters。
So； when the fruitless search； the disappointed endeavor；
Ended； to recommence no more upon earth； uncomplaining；
Thither； as leaves to the light； were turned her thoughts and her
footsteps。
As from a mountain's top the rainy mists of the morning
Roll away； and afar we behold the landscape below us；
Sun…illumined； with shining rivers and cities and hamlets；
So fell the mists from her mind； and she saw the world far below
her；
Dark no longer； but all illumined with love； and the pathway
Which she had climbed so far； lying smooth and fair in the
distance。
Gabriel was not forgotten。 Within her heart was his image；
Clothed in the beauty of love and youth； as last she beheld him；
Only more beautiful made by his deathlike silence and absence。
Into her thoughts of him time entered not； for it was not。
Over him years had no power； he was not changed； but
transfigured；
He had become to her heart as one who is dead； and not absent；
Patience and abnegation of self； and devotion to others；
This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her。
So was her love diffused； but； like to some odorous spices；
Suffered no waste nor loss； though filling the air with aroma。
Other hope had she none； nor wish in life； but to follow
Meekly； with reverent steps； the sacred feet of her Saviour。
Thus many years she lived as a Sister of Mercy； frequenting
Lonely and wretched roofs in the crowded lanes of the city；
Where distress and want concealed themselves from the sunlight；
Where disease and sorrow in garrets languished neglected。
Night after night； when the world was asleep； as the watchman
repeated
Loud； through the gusty streets； that all was well in the city；
High at some lonely window he saw the light of her taper。
Day after day； in the gray of the dawn； as slow through the
suburbs
Plodded the German farmer； with flowers and fruits for the
market；
Met he that meek； pale face； returning home from its watchings。
Then it came to pass that a pestilence fell on the city；
Presaged by wondrous signs； and mostly by flocks of wild pigeons；
Darkening the sun in their flight； with naught in their craws but
an acorn。
And； as the tides of the sea arise in the month of September；
Flooding some silver stream； till it spreads to a lake in the
meadow；
So death flooded life； and； o'erflowing its natural margin；
Spread to a brackish lake； the silver stream of existence。
Wealth had no power to bribe； nor beauty to charm； the oppressor；
But all perished alike beneath the scourge of his anger；
Only； alas！ the poor； who had neither friends nor attendants；
Crept away to die in the almshouse； home of the homeless。
Then in the suburbs it stood； in the midst of meadows and
woodlands；
Now the city surrounds it； but still； with its gateway and wicket
Meek； in the midst of splendor； its humble walls seem to echo
Softly the words of the Lord：〃The poor ye always have with
you。〃
Thither； by night and by day； came the Sister of Mercy。 The
dying
Looked up into her face； and thought； indeed； to behold there
Gleams of celestial light encircle her forehead with splendor；
Such as the artist paints o'er the brows of saints and apostles；
Or such as hangs by night o'er a city seen at a distance。
Unto their eyes it seemed the lamps of the city celestial；
Into whose shining gates erelong their spirits would enter。
Thus； on a Sabbath morn； through the streets； deserted and
silent；
Wending her quiet way； she entered the door of the almshouse。
Sweet on the summer air was the odor of flowers in the garden；
And she paused on her way to gather the fairest among them；
That the dying once more might rejoice in their fragrance and
beauty。
Then； as she mounted the stairs to the corridors； cooled by the
east…wind；
Distant and soft on her ear fell the chimes from the belfry of
Christ Church；
While； intermingled with these； across the meadows were wafted
Sounds of psalms； that were sung by the Swedes in their church at
Wicaco。
Soft as descending wings fell the calm of the hour on her spirit；
Something within her said； 〃At length thy trials are ended〃；
And； with light in her looks； she entered the chambers of
sickness。
Noiselessly moved about the assiduous； careful attendants；
Moistening the feverish lip； and the aching brow； and in silence
Closing the sightless eyes of the dead； and concealing their
faces；
Where on their pallets they lay； like drifts of snow by the
roadside。
Many a languid head； upraised as Evangeline entered；
Turned on its pillow of pain to gaze while she passed； for her
presence
Fell on their hearts like a ray of the sun on the walls of a
prison。
And； as she looked around； she saw how Death； the consoler；
Laying his hand upon many a heart； had healed it forever。
Many familiar forms had disappeared in the night time；
Vacant their places were； or filled already by strangers。
Suddenly； as if arrested by fear or a feeling of wonder；
Still she stood； with her colorless lips apart； while a shudder
Ran through her frame； and； forgotten； the flowerets dropped from
her fingers；
And from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning。
Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such terrible anguish；
That the dying heard it； and started up from their pillows。
On the pallet before her was stretched the form of an old man。
Long； and thin； and gray were the locks that shaded his temples；
But； as he lay in the in morning light； his face for a moment
Seemed to assume once more the forms of its earlier manhood；
So are wont to be changed the faces of those who are dying。
Hot and red on his lips still burned the flush of the fever；
As if life； like the Hebrew； with blood had besprinkled its
portals；
That the Angel of Death might see the sign； and pass over。
Motionless； senseless； dying； he lay； and his spirit exhausted
Seemed to be sinking down through infinite depths in the
darkness；
Darkness of slumber and death； forever sinking and sinking。
Then through those realms of shade； in multiplied reverberations；
Heard he that cry of pain； and through the hush that succeeded
Whispered a gentle voice； in accents tender and saint…like；
〃Gabriel！ O my beloved！〃 and died away into silence。
Then he beheld； in a dream； once more the home of his childhood；
Green Acadian meadows； with sylvan rivers among them；
Village； and mountain； and woodlands； and； walking under their
shadow；
As in the days of her youth； Evangeline rose in his vision。
Tears came into his eyes； and as slowly he lifted his eyelids；
Vanished the vision away； but Evangeline knelt by his bedside。
Vainly he strove to whisper her name； for the accents unuttered
Died on his lips；