Niagara Falls 



1832 



1832 A. N. C. Poem. (In Rolph, Thomas, A brief account together 



A. N. C. ^th observations, made during a visit in the West Indies, and a tour 



through the United States of America, in parts of the years 1832—33; 



together with a statistical account of Upper Canada. Dundas, N. C. 



Hackstaff, 1836. P. 196.) 



Niagara ! to thee 



My spectacles I turn! 

 I see the waters boil, 



As if all ... did burn, 

 And Satan's imps, with ardour hot, 

 Were thrusting wood beneath the pot. 



O what a deaf'ning noise 

 Thy tortur'd waters make ! 



The thunders of thy voice 

 Kept me all night awake: 

 I could but hear the lumbering sound, 

 When all were sunk in sleep profound. 



And then what clouds of spray 

 Bedim my weaken'd sight ; 



And then, in light of day, 

 Bring rainbows to my sight : 

 Well might poor Snip thus make his note — 



"Mem — What a place to spunge a coat!" 



And then, O what a waste 

 Of water-power is here ! 



'Twould move ten thousand water-wheels, 

 And run them thro' the year! 

 Well might the Yankee say — " be still — 

 Oh what a place to build a mill." 



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