Niagara Falls 



1898 Majestic fleets that float their flags, 



n * on And brave Old Ocean's rocky crags, 



Dare not approach our rugged snags, 

 Nor Titian-fashioned front. 



Some noble bards have done their best 

 To praise Mt. Etna's blazing crest, 

 Yet, we could flood the monarch's nest 

 And crop his golden curls, 



And challenge heaven's bright sentry stars 

 To find beneath his lavic bars 

 A spark, to light their gilded cars, 

 Before the blaze of morn, 



Primeval tribes no more shall roam 

 Thy banks to pitch their tented home, 

 Whose fairest daughters made thy foam 

 Their willing sepulchre. 



For here they gathered once a year, 

 With festive dance and savage cheer, 

 And sacrificed, without a tear, 



The fairest of the tribe. 



Thy organ notes with thunderous roar, 

 Sound thy Creator's lofty score 

 Of Love and Mercy evermore, 

 In grand diapason. 



Beyond this temple vast and dim, 

 Methmks thy anthem, psalm, or hymn, 

 Floods in sweet melody to Him 



Who waits the grand Amen! 



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