Hail all you brave ones.
Oh glory and honour to this majestic king. We worship you, we praise you, oh blessed immortal being. Salvation and glory to this oh risen Lord. We hail thee and praise thee, with prayers and adoration, oh deity divine and humanity saved.
Blessed Lord of centuries past, generations of followers still believing, still pursuing, still curious and understanding, still searching and seeking, the devout persisting, what are these holy ways? Powers immense, of magnificent proportions, intervention and instilling the knowledge of these mysterious ways. Providence and grandeur, might and mightiness, still the stable, with the lowly, still the path of righteous living. Oh greatest of Lords, oh highest of beings, oh teacher of wisdom, we praise thee, with song, with prayer, with labour, with love, with gold, with skills and with honour. Teach us, oh wise one, teach us to be human. Oh deity of the great divine, hold us mercifully in you hands.
So duty calls you, oh awesome human, come to the colony, do your duty, come to the colony and be praised. The wondrous one, of heavens keeping, the glorious, will guide your way. Come and be magnificent, join the grandeur, mighty and noble and courageous to this day. Come and worship, come and be guided, oh you most daring, you fortunate, you awesome, you lucky ones, to be the fortitude of France and to seek your fortunes in this most auspicious place.
Lucky are we, to be the chosen ones, the one who will survive and sing glories to our King. Praises! Praises! To overcome the shadows of hardship and poverty, to overcome the cruelty of harsh judgement and misunderstanding, to overcome the elements and live once more. Hail to you, oh awesome almighty ones, to be first. First in a game of daunting obstacles, first in a challenge of courage and fortitude, first in a roll of the dice as to who will survive. Lucky you, to be the chosen ones, come to the colony, take up the dare.
A fort, a sweet road, Cap Diamond, a church, the Victorious, government dwellings, low ground and high ground, lower echelons and higher dignitaries, merchants and sailors, government and leadership, all finally together in one place, the colony of New France. Oh sweet Quebec, you finally survive, oh sweet Quebec, you finally exist. A colony, one sweet place, a colony, for France.
Over a span of several decades, the colony grew. From its roots in human sorrow, to a place of quaint ingenuity and charm. Boldly go where no one has dared to go before, oh brave colonialists of bygone era. The seat of the country lies in your hands. Negotiate and trade, bargain and develop. Oh brave new world of French imperialism, of French might and fortitude. Oh brave new world. The king of kings holds you dear and in his arms, his strength shall hold you. Oh wondrous love, to live so greatly. Power and praises to our king.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
April 27, 2016