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Thine awful features with our pencil's point 1834 



Were but to press on Sinai. Sigourney 



Thou dost speak 

 Alone of God, who pour'd thee as a drop 

 From his right-hand, — bidding the soul that looLs 

 Upon thy fearful majesty be still, 

 Be humbly wrapp'd in its own nothingness, 

 And lose itself in Him. 



SlGOURNEY, Mrs. L. H. Niagara. (In her Select poems. 5th ed. 

 Phila.: Biddle. 1847. Pp. 88-90.) 

 See " Illustrated Poems." 



1836 



DRAKE, JOSEPH RODMAN. Niagara. (In his Culprit fay and other 1836 

 poems. N. Y.: George Dearborn. 1836. Pp. 65-67.) Drake 



Niagara 

 I 

 Roar, raging torrent! and thou, mighty river, 

 Pour thy white foam on the valley below ; 

 Frown, ye dark mountains! and shadow for ever 

 The deep rocky bed where the wild rapids flow. 

 The green sunny glade, and the smooth flowing fountain, 

 Brighten the home of the coward and slave; 

 The flood and the forest, the rock and the mountain, 

 Rear on their bosoms the free and the brave. 



II 



Nurslings of nature, I mark your bold bearing, 

 Pride in each aspect and strength in each form, 

 Hearts of warm impulse, and souls of high daring, 

 Born in the battle and rear'd in the storm. 

 The red levin flash and the thunder's dread rattle, 

 The rock-riven wave and the war trumpet's heath, 

 The din of the tempest, the yell of the battle, 

 Nerve your steeled bosoms to danger and death. 

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