St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 14
See, we have left the Islands far behind,
And pass into a calm, pellucid Lake.
Merrily dance the billows! for the wind
Rises all fresh and healthful in our wake,
Up start large flocks of waterfowl, that shake
The spray from their glossed plumage, as they fly
To seek the shelter of some island brake;
Now like dark clouds they seem against the sky,
So vast the numbers are that pass us swiftly by.
And pass into a calm, pellucid Lake.
Merrily dance the billows! for the wind
Rises all fresh and healthful in our wake,
Up start large flocks of waterfowl, that shake
The spray from their glossed plumage, as they fly
To seek the shelter of some island brake;
Now like dark clouds they seem against the sky,
So vast the numbers are that pass us swiftly by.
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