St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 99

A playful waterfall comes dashing down,
As silvery as the laughter of a child
Dancing upon the greensward, and the sun
Scatters his golden arrows through the wild,
Cleaving the molten-silver stream that smiled
So lovingly upon his earliest beams.
So unsuspecting Innocence, beguiled
By Pleasures, soft as sunlight upon streams,
Flies the swift darts that pierce the enamel of its dreams.
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