Tecumseh : a Drama by Charles Mair
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_Enter two_ OLD MEN _of York, severally_. 1ST OLD MAN. Good morrow, friend! a fair and fitting time To take our airing, and to say farewell. 'Tis here, I think, we bid our friends God-speed, A waftage, peraventure, to their graves. 2ND OLD MAN. 'Tis a good cause they die for, if they fall By this grey pate, if I were young again, I would no better journey. Young again! This hubbub sets old pulses on the bound As I were in my teens. _Enter_ a CITIZEN. What news afoot? CITIZEN. Why everyone's afoot and coming here. York's citizens are turned to warriors; The learned professions go a-soldiering, And gentle hearts beat high for Canada! For, as you pass, on every hand you see, Through the neglected openings of each house-- Through doorways, windows--our Canadian maids Strained by their parting lovers to their breasts; And loyal matrons busy round their lords, |
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