St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 61
Keep the old Homestead sacred. What a night!
It must have borrowed somewhat of the day,
In honor of thine eyes, love. The warm light
That bathes yon church and village, is as gay
And cheering as if the first golden ray
Of morning's sun had pierced it with its beams.
Some Recluse, yonder, keeps his holiday
In that obscure ravine. Peace to his dreams!
Uncursed with lust of gold, or wild, unholy schemes.
It must have borrowed somewhat of the day,
In honor of thine eyes, love. The warm light
That bathes yon church and village, is as gay
And cheering as if the first golden ray
Of morning's sun had pierced it with its beams.
Some Recluse, yonder, keeps his holiday
In that obscure ravine. Peace to his dreams!
Uncursed with lust of gold, or wild, unholy schemes.
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