Rand and the MicmacsClark, Jeremiah S. (Jeremiah Simpson)
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Rand and the Micmacs
Clark, Jeremiah S. (Jeremiah Simpson)
Indians of North America -- Canada; Micmac Indians; Rand, Silas Tertius, 1810-1889
R A N D
AND
THE MICMACS.
BY
JEREMIAH S. CLARK, B. A.
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CHARLOTTETOWN:
PRINTED AT THE EXAMINER OFFICE, QUEEN STREET.
1899
Entered according to Act of the Parliament of Canada, in the
year one thousand eight hundred and ninety-nine, by JEREMIAH S.
CLARK, at the Department of Agriculture.
SILAS TERTIUS RAND.
BY
THEODORE H. RAND, D. C. L.
(_Re-printed by Permission._)
Oft did thy spell enthrall me, spite the cost!
Thou brought’st a charmed and fadeless holiday—
Stories and songs of Indian Epic lay—
When’er thy eager step the threshold crost,
Imagination all its plumes uptost
To follow where thy spirit led the way!—
(The sense that thou saw’st God when thou didst pray
I never through the dimming years have lost.)
Fair Minas’ shores thy step did gladden, too!
Thou charm’dst great Glooscap from the unlettered past,
And told’st his story to the listener nigh’st;
Ay, lover of song, of learned lore and vast,
Thou lov’dst the Indian with a love so true,
In his sweet tongue thou gavest him the Christ.
SILAS TERTIUS RAND.
D. D., L.L. D., D. C. L.
Stand thou a hero! brave, strong, sweet-souled Rand,
Firm on thy high pedestal through all time.
Thy God who cheered thee on, and held thy hand,
Preserves from dread oblivion thy memory sublime.
What, though no sculptured block adorned the spot
Where they had laid thy worn-out shroud away,
Until a daughter’s toil memorial brought!
Within a thousand strengthened hearts thy visage beams to-day.
Mild was thy manly spirit! as a child
Among his playmates thou couldst laugh and sing;
Yet, through the greatest hardships on the wild,
Thou didst the cheering Gospel to the Micmac wigwam bring.
Peace when the gloaming settled, sweet release
From thy long day of labor, for as He
Pleased not himself, thyself thou didst not please;
Thou too were meek and lowly, yet a prince of high degree.
Now, to thy memory, learned _Sakumow_,[1]
Prince in the realm of mind, few were thy peers!
Soon fades this wreath we bring, as low we bow,
But in the richer lives of men thy life lives through the years.
J. S. C.
Wolfville, 20th May, 1899.
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[1] _Sakumow_ (Micmac for Prince or Sage.)
INTRODUCTION.
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