St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 76
Like maid-wife waiting for her wedded lord,
The morn waits for the sun with a flushed cheek.
I hear the songs of birds; the breeze has stirred
Their dwellings, as it rustled from the peak
Of yonder mountain with a playful shriek.
Now my fair shallop, leap! the blessed Day
Opens its crystal gates, and up the meek
And wan-faced sky the sun's darts cleave their way,
As our bark cleaves the black and frowning S AGUENAY .
The morn waits for the sun with a flushed cheek.
I hear the songs of birds; the breeze has stirred
Their dwellings, as it rustled from the peak
Of yonder mountain with a playful shriek.
Now my fair shallop, leap! the blessed Day
Opens its crystal gates, and up the meek
And wan-faced sky the sun's darts cleave their way,
As our bark cleaves the black and frowning S AGUENAY .
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