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With gleaming light and lunar bow, 1898 



Thy phantom flood of joy and woe, 

 A milky stream of ceaseless flow, 

 A phosphorescent dream; 



'Till paler man, with selfish soul, 

 Held in his hand a parchment scroll, 

 And taxed his neighbors, ev'ry soul — 

 Infinite Oracle! 



Who came to list thy voice so true, 

 And view thy waters, green and blue, 

 And marvel at thy emerald shoe 



Whose hoof an empire isl 



Seated on the " Rock of Ages," 

 While musing o'er the sacred pages, 

 Indited by inspir'd sages, 



I heard a spirit say: 



Let lions roar and people sing, 

 And eagles flutter on the wing, 

 While all the bells in steeples ring 

 For thee, Niagara. 



A jubilation loud and grand, 

 From frigid zones to torrid strand, 

 For Dufferin ope'd, with lordly hand, 

 Thy flood-gates free. 



Now may thy incense heavenward soar, 

 And thy tempestuous billows roar 

 Their solemn protests, o'er and o'er 

 Thy crest, Niagara. 

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