Niagara Falls 



1898 He heaved the snow-clad mountains up, 



Johnson To fill old Erie's vine-clad cup, 



With waters sweet for thee to sup, 

 Majestic Orator! 



He listeth in thy cave sublime, 

 And speaketh in that voice of thine, 

 And rideth on the storms of Time, 



Which lash the Island's home. 



A spectacle personified, 



May here be seen at midnight tide ; 



And lovers with the greatest pride 



May view a modest beau. 



He courts the Queen of Night by day, 

 At ev'n song he tints the spray; 

 At peep of dawn he fades away — 

 The opal lunar bow. 



For the lost Eden, search no more, 

 In myth or prehistoric lore; 

 That question's settled, ever more, 

 On this the Sacred Isle, 



Whose ferns and mosses scent the breeze, 

 Where east and west each soul agrees, 

 The Tigris and the Euphrates 



Flow swiftly, gladly on. 



How bright and grand to thee did seem 

 This world arrayed in living green, 

 While Luna, robed in silvery sheen, 

 Her nightly vigils kept, 



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