St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 37
And we have passed the terrible L ACHINE ,
Have felt a fearless tremor thrill the soul,
As the huge waves upreared their crests of green,
Holding our feathery bark in their control,
As a strong eagle holds an oriole.
The brain grows dizzy with the whirl and hiss
Of the fast-crowding billows, as they roll,
Like struggling Demons, to the vexed abyss,
Lashing the tortured crags with wild, demoniac bliss.
Have felt a fearless tremor thrill the soul,
As the huge waves upreared their crests of green,
Holding our feathery bark in their control,
As a strong eagle holds an oriole.
The brain grows dizzy with the whirl and hiss
Of the fast-crowding billows, as they roll,
Like struggling Demons, to the vexed abyss,
Lashing the tortured crags with wild, demoniac bliss.
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