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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538433" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cure Of Calumette</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dere's no voyageur on de reever never<br>run hees canoe d'ecorce<br>T'roo de roar an' de rush of de rapide, w'ere it<br>jump lak a beeg w'ite horse,<br>Dere's no hunter man on de prairie, never<br>wear w'at you call racquette<br>Can beat leetle Fader O'Hara, de Curé of<br>Calumette.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hees fader is full-blooded Irish, an' hees moder<br>is pure Canayenne,<br>Not offen dat stock go tegedder, but she's<br>fine combination ma frien'<br>For de Irish he's full of de devil, an' de French<br>dey got savoir faire,<br>Dat's mak'it de very good balance an' tak'<br>you mos' ev'ry w' ere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But dere' wan t'ing de Curé wont stan' it;<br>mak' fun of de Irlandais<br>An' of course de French we say not'ing,<br>'cos de parish she's all Canayen,<br>Den you see on account of de moder, he can't<br>spik hese'f very moche,<br>So de ole joke she's all out of fashion, an' wan<br>of dem t'ing we don't touch.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wall! wan of dat kin' is de Curé, but w'en he<br>be comin' our place<br>De peop' on de parish all w'isper, 'How<br>young he was look on hees face;<br>Too bad if de wedder she keel heem de firse<br>tam he got leetle wet,<br>An' de Bishop might sen' beeger Curé, for it's<br>purty tough place, Calumette!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ha! ha! how I wish I was dere, me, w'en he <br>go on de mission call<br>On de shaintee camp way up de reever, drivin'<br>hees own cariole,<br>An' he meet blagger' feller been drinkin', jus'<br>enough mak' heem ack lak fou,<br>Joe Vadeboncoeur, dey was call heem, an' he's<br>purty beeg feller too!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mebbe Joe he don't know it's de Curé, so he's<br>hollerin', 'Get out de way,<br>If you don't geev me whole of de roadside,<br>sapree! you go off on de sleigh.'<br>But de Curé he never say not'ing, jus' poule<br>on de line leetle bit,<br>An' w'en Joe try for kip heem hees promise,<br>hees nose it get badly hit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maudit! he was strong leetle Curé, an' he go<br>for Jo-zeph en masse<br>An' w'en he is mak' it de finish, poor Joe<br>is n't feel it firse class, <br>So nex' tam de Curé he's goin' for visit de<br>shaintee encore<br>Of course he was mak' beeges' mission never<br>see on dat place before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' he know more, I'm sure dan de lawyer,<br>an' dere's many poor habitant<br>Is glad for see Fader O'Hara, an' ax w'at he<br>t'ink of de law</div><div style="margin:10px 0">W'en dey get leetle troub' wit' each oder, an' <br>don't know de bes' t'ing to do,<br>Dat's makin' dem save plaintee monee, an' <br>kip de good neighbor too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But w'en we fin' out how he paddle till canoe<br>she was nearly fly<br>An' travel racquette on de winter, w'en snow-<br>dreef is pillin' up high<br>For visit some poor man or woman dat's waitin'<br>de message of peace,<br>An' get dem prepare for de journey, we're<br>proud on de leetle pries'!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! many dark night w'en de chil'ren is put<br>away safe on de bed<br>An' mese'f an' ma femme mebbe sittin' an' <br>watchin' de small curly head<br>We hear somet'ing else dan de roar of de ton-<br>der, de win' an' de rain;<br>So we're bote passin' out on de doorway, an' <br>lissen an' lissen again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' it's lonesome for see de beeg cloud sweep-<br>in' across de sky<br>An' lonesome for hear de win' cryin' lak some-<br>body's goin'to die,<br>But de soun' away down de valley, creepin'<br>around de hill<br>All de tam gettin' closer. closer, dat's de soun'<br>mak' de heart stan'still!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's de bell of de leetle Curé, de music of deat'<br>we hear,<br>Along on de black road ringin', an' soon it was<br>comin' near<br>Wan minute de face of de Curé we see by de<br>lantern light,<br>An' he's gone from us, jus' lak a shadder, into<br>de stormy night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' de buggy rush down de hill an' over<br>de bridge below,<br>W'ere creek run so high on de spring-tam,<br>w'en mountain t'row off de snow,<br>An' so long as we hear heem goin', we kneel<br>on de floor an' pray<br>Dat God will look affer de Curé, an' de poor<br>soul dat 's passin' away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I dunno if he need our prayer, but we geev' it<br>heem jus' de sam',<br>For w'en a man's doin' hees duty lak de Curé<br>do all de tam<br>Never min' all de t'ing may happen, no matter<br>he's riche or poor<br>Le bon Dieu was up on de heaven, will look<br>out for dat man, I'm sure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm only poor habitant farmer, an' mebbe<br>know not'ing at all,<br>But dere's wan t'ing I'm always wishin', an' <br>dat's w'en I get de call<br>For travel de far-away journey, ev'ry wan on<br>de worl' mus' go<br>He 'll be wit' me de leetle Curé 'fore I'm<br>leffin' dis place below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For I know I'll be feel more easy, if he's<br>sittin' dere by de bed<br>An' he'll geev' me de good-bye message, an' <br>place hees han' on ma head,<br>Den I'll hol' if he 'll only let me, dat han' till<br>de las' las' breat'<br>An' bless leetle Fader O'Hara, de Curé of <br>Calumette.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Drummond">William Henry Drummond</a><div class=q>
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run hees canoe d'ecorce
T'roo de roar an' de rush of de rapide, w'ere it
jump lak a beeg w'ite horse,
Dere's no hunter man on de prairie, never
wear w'at you call racquette
Can beat leetle Fader O'Hara, de Cur..."></div>
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