St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 55
It seems like passing by some Fairy-realm.
The cottages are whiter than the snow.
Joy at the prow, and true love at the helm,
Both heaven and earth smile on us as we go.
Surely they never feel the breath of woe,
The dwellers on this Isle. Spire after spire
Points to the heav'n whose presence seems to glow
Within their happy bosoms who aspire
To naught beyond their hearths, their own dear household fire.
The cottages are whiter than the snow.
Joy at the prow, and true love at the helm,
Both heaven and earth smile on us as we go.
Surely they never feel the breath of woe,
The dwellers on this Isle. Spire after spire
Points to the heav'n whose presence seems to glow
Within their happy bosoms who aspire
To naught beyond their hearths, their own dear household fire.
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