Music — Poetry — Fiction 



I rush and roar 1907 



Along my shore, — ogan 



/ go sweeping, thundering on; 

 Yet my days, O Man, 

 Are but as a span, 



And soon shall my strength be gone. 

 My times are measured 



In whose hand I am treasured, 

 (Think not of thy little day!) 

 Though I rush and roar 

 Along my shore, 



I am passing away — 

 Passing away! " 



Then stand not, nurslings of Earth, before my gates, 



Mouthing aloud my glory and my thrall : 

 Not ye alone are playthings of the fates, 



Nor only ye o'ershadowed with a pall ! 



But hark to my song 

 As I sweep along, 



Thundering my organ-tone — 

 " O vain is all Life 

 O vain is all Strife, 



And fruitless the years that have flown! 

 As the Worst; so the Best — 

 All haste to their rest 



In the void of the primal Unknown." 



1908 



BARLOW, John Richard. The maiden of the mist; an Indian legend 1908 

 of Niagara: (origin of the great paintings the Red man's fact and the Barlow 

 White man's fancy.) Niagara Falls, N. Y. : Niagara Courier Press. 

 1908. 



A story in verse of Indian punishment and love. An indian maiden 

 follows over the Falls her lover, who has been condemned to death by 

 being lashed in a canoe and sent over the Falls. Her form may still be 

 seen in the mist at the foot of the Falls. 



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