St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 65

This Isle might guard the entrance to a sphere
Of heavenly tranquillity! The mind
Puts off its weight of cares, for Beauty here
Sits like a wondrous deity enshrined
Among the hills. Oh, God! but Thou art kind!
S T . P AUL'S delightful Bay , fit mirror for
The stars, glows like a vision which the wind
Wafts by some Angel standing on the shore,
As bless'd as if he trod heaven's star-enameled floor.
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