St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 41

There was a joyousness within her eyes,
Like the sun's light illumining the blue
Of heaven, making earth a paradise.
Gladness, like a celestial spirit passing through
The gates of morn, rose white-winged on the view,
Whene'er you looked upon her lovely face.
Love sat upon her lips, and love's sweet dew
Fell from them, leaving there a sunny trace,
As 'f touched by angel's wings they caught angelic grace.
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