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176 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE
We have gleam'd upon the roses, In their sweetest fragrance spread,
By the hand of pure affection, On the bosom of the dead.
Ye have seen us, changed to vapour, Soft on airy pinions roam—
Floating, like a gauze of silver,
Through the bright, cerulean dome.
We have glitter'd high in heaven, In the rainbow's arch divine—
In the saddest place, and brightest, We are ever seen to shine.