Yes, Regardless Of The Eager Crowds Around Me, I Leant Upon
The Side Of The Vessel And Cried Like A Child - Not Tears Of Sorrow,
But A Gush From The Heart Of Pure And Unalloyed Delight.
I heard
not the many voices murmuring in my ears - I saw not the anxious
beings that thronged our narrow deck - my soul at that moment was
alone with God.
The shadow of His glory rested visibly on the
stupendous objects that composed that magnificent scene; words are
perfectly inadequate to describe the impression it made upon my
mind - the emotions it produced. The only homage I was capable of
offering at such a shrine was tears - tears the most heartfelt and
sincere that ever flowed from human eyes. I never before felt so
overpoweringly my own insignificance, and the boundless might and
majesty of the Eternal.
Canadians, rejoice in your beautiful city! Rejoice and be worthy of
her - for few, very few, of the sons of men can point to such a spot
as Quebec - and exclaim, "She is ours! - God gave her to us, in her
beauty and strength! - We will live for her glory - we will die to
defend her liberty and rights - to raise her majestic brow high
above the nations!"
Look at the situation of Quebec! - the city founded on the rock that
proudly holds the height of the hill. The queen sitting enthroned
above the waters, that curb their swiftness and their strength to
kiss and fawn around her lovely feet.
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