St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 30
Yon rock, that felt the lightning's burning kiss,
Has melted at the fervor of its breath,
As it leaped, glowing, from the deep abyss,
On wings of fire, to the distant heath,
Shaking the firm foundations underneath.
Yon shattered trunks that strew the watery way,
Yon floating beds of flowers, where many a wreath
Was woven by the storm, have felt the play
Of the hot lightning's wings, whose touch is swift decay.
Has melted at the fervor of its breath,
As it leaped, glowing, from the deep abyss,
On wings of fire, to the distant heath,
Shaking the firm foundations underneath.
Yon shattered trunks that strew the watery way,
Yon floating beds of flowers, where many a wreath
Was woven by the storm, have felt the play
Of the hot lightning's wings, whose touch is swift decay.
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