Grand Pré

Once more a village arose on Grand Pré, and cider-presses creaked on the hills of Gaspereau.

All the faces are turned toward shore, with laughter and with streaming eyes, and hands outstretched to the fields of Grand Pré.

Here was the Grand-Pré made desolate and lost to its people.

Having injured his boat, he was belated in his return to Grand Pré.

They told me he died and was buried when the ships sailed away from Grand Pré.