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[395] In the sunset's glow the sisters twain
     Saw the Breeze come sailing in again;
Said Suzette, “Mother dear,
     The heretic's sail is here.”

“Go, Marguerite, to your room, and hide;
     Your door shall be bolted!” the mother cried:
While Suzette, ill at ease,
     Watched the red sign of the Breeze.

At midnight, down to the waiting skiff
     She stole in the shadow of the cliff;
And out of the Bay's mouth ran
     The schooner with maid and man.

And all night long, on a restless bed,
     Her prayers to the Virgin Marguerite said:
And thought of her lover's pain
     Waiting for her in vain.

Did he pace the sands? Did he pause to hear
     The sound of her light step drawing near?
And, as the slow hours passed,
     Would he doubt her faith at last?

But when she saw through the misty pane,
     The morning break on a sea of rain,
Could even her love avail
     To follow his vanished sail?

Meantime the Breeze, with favoring wind,
     Left the rugged Moisic hills behind,
And heard from an unseen shore
     The falls of Manitou roar.

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