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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509979" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sister M. B.’s Arrival In Montreal , 1654.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is now two hundred years and more<br>Since first set foot on Canadian shore<br>That saint-like heroine, fair and pure,<br>Prepared all things for Christ to endure;<br>Resigning rank and kindred ties,<br>And her sunny home ’neath France’s skies. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A lonely sight for her to see<br>Was the wilderness town of Ville Marie!<br>The proud St. Lawrence, with silver foam,<br>Touched softly the base of our island home,<br>But frowning forest and tangled wood<br>Made the land a dreary solitude. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor mansion, chapel, nor glinting spire<br>Reflected the sunset’s fading fire;<br>The wigwam sent up its faint blue smoke,<br>The owlet’s shrill cry the stillness broke,<br>While the small rude huts of the settlers stood<br>Within frail palisades of wood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Undaunted by fear of the savage foe,<br>Wild midnight blaze or th’assassin’s blow;<br>Careless of suffering, famine, want,<br>That haunted the settlers like spectres gaunt,<br>Sister Bourgeois had but one hope, one aim—<br>To humbly work in her Master’s name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kindly she gathered around her knee<br>The dusky daughters, unfettered, free,<br>Of forest tribes, and, with woman’s art,<br>Ennobling, softening each youthful heart,<br>Fashioned them into true womanhood,<br>Slow unto evil but prompt to good. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And their pale-face sisters had full share<br>In this gentle teacher’s tender care;<br>And grew up, holding as holy and dear<br>The sacred duties of woman’s sphere;<br>Adding the firmness and courage high—<br>Chief need of our sex in days gone by. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sister Bourgeois’ daughters have nobly all<br>Responded unto her gracious call;<br>Through sunshine and joy, through storm and pain—<br>In one unfailing, unbroken chain<br>Of teachers devoted—nought left undone<br>To fulfil the task by their foundress begun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rosanna+Eleanor+Leprohon">Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon</a><div class=q>
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Since first set foot on Canadian shore
That saint-like heroine, fair and pure,
Prepared all things for Christ to endure;
Resigning rank and kindred ties,
And her sunny home ’neath France’s skies. 

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