1849 



WelUteed 



Niagara Falls 



I love to look upon the gulf below, 

 Foaming and white like wildly-drifting snow; 

 I love to watch the cloud-like mists that rise, 

 To pay their weeping homage in the skies, 

 And when the blazing orb of day burns low, 

 I love to gaze upon the glorious bow, 

 And mark the beauties of that " bridge where time, 

 Of light and darkness, forms an arch sublime," 

 These wonders calm the passions of the mind, 

 And waken thoughts that leave the world behind. 

 I love to linger till the envious night, 

 Draws her dark curtain o'er the gorgeous sight, 

 And when again the " balmy hour of rest," 

 Returns, soft soother of the world distress'd, 

 The Cataract's roar shall lull me to repose, 

 And slumber shut the door of mem'ry on my woes. 



1850 



GoULD, Hannah F. Flower of Niagara. (In her New poems. 

 Bost: Reynolds. 1850. Pp. 150-152.) 



A moralizing poem inspired by a delicate white anemone plucked from 

 a crevice in the limestone rock under the water sheet at the Falls. 



Table rock album and sketches of the Falls and scenery adjacent. 

 3d. ed. Buffalo: Jewett, Thomas and Co. 1850. 



From the 1850 period and for some years, public albums were kept at 

 the Table Rock and other points of interest at the Falls, for the record of 

 " Impressions " by the visitors. Several volumes of selections from these 

 albums have been published, and while most of the would-be poetry which 

 they contain is doggerel, occasionally there is a gleam of wit. The editor 

 of one of these feels it is a matter of regret that " the innumerable host 

 of visitors who have perpetuated composition in the volumes of manuscript 

 now before us, should have added so little to the general stock of legiti- 

 mate and permanent literature." 



One of the best of these humorous verses is that credited to N. P. 

 Willis. 



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