St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 89

But as our restless shallop from her prow
Scatters the liquid pearls in her mad haste,
These naked boulders lag behind, and now
The smiling hills with verdant life are graced.
Like a lone star twinkling above the waste
Of ocean, when the youthful mariner sees
That the portentous storm has safely pass'd,
Is yonder distant dwelling, where the breeze
Frills the calm bay, and flirts with the coquetting trees:
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