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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=373440" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night Hymns on Lake Nipigon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here in the midnight, where the dark mainland and island<br>Shadows mingle in shadow deeper, profounder,<br>Sing we the hymns of the churches, while the dead water<br>Whispers before us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thunder is travelling slow on the path of the lightning;<br>One after one the stars and the beaming planets<br>Look serene in the lake from the edge of the storm-cloud,<br>Then have they vanished.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While our canoe, that floats dumb in the bursting thunder,<br>Gathers her voice in the quiet and thrills and whispers,<br>Presses her prow in the star-gleam, and all her ripple<br>Lapses in blackness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sing we the sacred ancient hymns of the churches,<br>Chanted first in old-world nooks of the desert,<br>While in the wild, pellucid Nipigon reaches<br>Hunted the savage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now have the ages met in the Northern midnight,<br>And on the lonely, loon-haunted Nipigon reaches<br>Rises the hymn of triumph and courage and comfort,<br>Adeste Fideles.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tones that were fashioned when the faith brooded in darkness,<br>Joined with sonorous vowels in the noble Latin,<br>Now are married with the long-drawn Ojibwa,<br>Uncouth and mournful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soft with the silver drip of the regular paddles<br>Falling in rhythm, timed with the liquid, plangent<br>Sounds from the blades where the whirlpools break and are carried <br>Down into darkness;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each long cadence, flying like a dove from her shelter<br>Deep in the shadow, wheels for a throbbing moment,<br>Poises in utterance, returning in circles of silver<br>To nest in the silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All wild nature stirs with the infinite, tender<br>Plaint of a bygone age whose soul is eternal,<br>Bound in the lonely phrases that thrill and falter<br>Back into quiet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back they falter as the deep storm overtakes them,<br>Whelms them in splendid hollows of booming thunder,<br>Wraps them in rain, that, sweeping, breaks and onrushes<br>Ringing like cymbals.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Duncan+Campbell+Scott">Duncan Campbell Scott</a><div class=q>
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Sing we the hymns of the churches, while the dead water
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