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Depth, Sound, Immensity have lent 



Their terrors to thy element ; 

 Thy congregated waters yell 



Down caverns fathomless as Hell, 

 While Heaven's glorious hues are set 

 About thy gorgeous coronet. 



Titanic winter strives in vain 



To bind thee in his icy chain, 

 Which rent by resistless wave 



Finds in thy fearful depths — a grave ; 

 Or the torn fragments glistening lie 

 In the glare of thy kingly eye. 



A silvery web among thy trees 

 Unruffled by the passing breeze 



The vanquished Ice-King for thee weaves, 

 And gives them gems for winter leaves, 



And rears thee columns, bright and vast, 



Their radiance through thy halls to cast. 



The giant Time hath never yet 

 His footsteps in thy waters set; 



Grimly passing thy fall, he tries 

 To notch his by-gone centuries 



Along the dark and devious track 



Of thy rock-crashing Cataract. 



Emblem of Power — the mighty Sun 

 Hath found and left thee roaring on, 



Thou wert with Chaos, e'er his light 

 Shone out upon the starless night, 



Sole relic of that awful day 



When all in wild confusion lay. 



755 



1869 

 Lord 



