St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 8

Yes, here the Genius of Beauty truly dwells.
I worship Truth and Beauty in my soul.
The pure prismatic globule that upwells
From the blue deep; the psalmy waves that roll
Before the hurricane; the outspread scroll
Of heaven, with its written tomes of stars;
The dew-drop on the leaf: These I extol,
And all alike — each one a Spirit-Mars,
Guarding my Victor-Soul above Earth's prison bars.
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