Excerpt from The St. Lawrence and the Saguenay: And Other Poems There is but one to whom my hopes are clinging, As clings the bee unto the morning flower, There is but one to whom my thoughts are winging Their dove-like passage through each silent hour: One who has made my heart her summer bower. Feeling and passion there forever bloom For her, who, by her love's mysterious power, Dispels the languor of my spirit's gloom. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.