St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 23

The Spirits of the Storm are all abroad;
Of various natures, good and bad, are they;
Like mortal dwellers on this mundane clod,
Some evil natures, others good, obey.
As through the air they cleave their weird way,
Their separate passions show: Some smite the trees,
The innocent flowers, or the granite gray,
Or in huge heaps uproll the shouting seas;
While others weep, as now, wrecked Nature's obsequies.
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