St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 82
Over the darkening waters! on through scenes
Whose unimaginable wildness fills
The mind with joy insatiate, and weans
The soul from earth, to Him whose Presence thrills
All Beauty as all Truth. These iron Hills!
In what profusion did He pile them here,
Thick as the flowers that blossom where the rills
Chant to the primal woods. Year after year
In solitude eternal, rapt in contemplation drear.
Whose unimaginable wildness fills
The mind with joy insatiate, and weans
The soul from earth, to Him whose Presence thrills
All Beauty as all Truth. These iron Hills!
In what profusion did He pile them here,
Thick as the flowers that blossom where the rills
Chant to the primal woods. Year after year
In solitude eternal, rapt in contemplation drear.
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