Good Day you brilliant ones
A landing. A safe harbour. A good place to live. A place to survive, to beat the elements, to meet the challenge, to conquer the storm. A place, a safe harbour, a secure place. Home? Could this be home? Could this remote and daunting place finally be home?
Weary and doubting, but necessity calls. With prayers and hopes and dreams of survival, could this at last, be home? A secure place to build a colony, a secure place for a settlement. Set in the St. Lawrence River on a bluff of land, overlooking the river and tucked behind an island. The thrilling prospect of yet another settlement attempt. Success! Success! Give us success! Finally, let us be saved!
Oh joyous you, oh sweet Quebec. Oh happy founding, oh life immortal. A resting place, a secure and safe place. A home and shelter in the storms of the eastern coast. Oh happy rest for weary souls, the founding of a great country, a great city, a colony, a settlement. Oh happy success. A refuge in a storm. Oh great and brilliant, you sweet Quebec.
Poised and strong, fortified and armed. For France! Finally, the nation has accomplished it’s goal. Finally a settlement! Relieved and thankful, the city endures. In 1608, mission accomplished! Finally, a colony. Praises and gratitude, thank you, oh thank you. Finally our salvation, oh sweet Quebec.
A beautiful little place of old country charm. Peace and prosperity, goodwill and protection. The small but mighty ones of old world courage, who erected those dwellings, secured their fortress, fought the storms and cleared the land. Negotiate, barter, trade and exchange. A thriving place of prosperity in the challenging land of the new world.
For France! Oh sweet Quebec. Our sanctuary, our resting place, our lovely, quaint and dreamy home. It’s thrilling. We have a colony.
The habitation was secure, but the usual winter hardship wreaked havoc among the men again. Scurvy, as usual. Many died, but the dream was secure. A fort, a fur trading post, a destiny wrought from the forest. Now there is security. Now there is a place to live. Shelter, negotiation, prospects of trade. The adventure of their lives has culminated in this great place. A strong and fortified habitation, small but secure, with cannons, guns and ammunition.
Finally, they will come. Come to Canada, you mighty adventurous ones. Come to great Quebec, to our island in the storm. Come to share in the wealth of the fur trade, in the prosperity of a new life, in the duty to meet this awesome challenge and to be first, in a great line of pioneers.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
April 9, 2016