St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 54

Down the rough slope Montmorenci's torrent pours,
We cannot view it by this feeble ray,
But, hark! its thunders leap along the shores,
Thrilling the cliffs that guard the beauteous bay;
And now the moon shines on our downward way,
Showing fair Orleans' enchanting Isle,
Its fields of grain, and meadows sweet with hay;
Along the fertile shores fresh landscapes smile,
Cheering the watchful eye for many a pleasant mile.
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