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While myriad sunlit, liquid pearls 1898 



Obscure thy bubbling pools and whirls, Johnson 



Our Goddess stoops, with golden curls, 

 To sip thy hydromel. 



Proud Bedloe's Isle may sound her horn — 

 Bartholdi's gift her coast adorn; 

 But till her birthday's final morn, 

 Here dwelleth Liberty. 



In search of gain and worldly pelf, 

 The robber here hath shown himself, 

 And like the ox amid the delf, 



He would his figure break. 



Let press and voice at once condemn 

 The spoiler who would steal a gem 

 From off the glittering diadem 



Of this majestic stream. 



Though " Hope's bright star " is sometimes pale, 

 Let Hope, not Fear, in man prevail, 

 The misty Ghost within the veil 



Proves life's resurrection. 



Alas! Niagara, what are we 

 Frail creatures when compared to thee? 

 Yet, what art thou to Deity ? — 

 But insignificance. 



MEISTER, WlLHELM. Creation's pride. (In Johnson, R. L., Niagara lg98 

 its history, incidents, and poetry. Wash.: W. Neale. 1898. P. 55.) Meister 



Niagara's canon, swept by waters grand! 

 No gorge like thine, nor depths, the mighty hand 

 Of time hath wrought. 



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