Niagara Falls 



1913 Chord of star-fused loam and silver-surgent lake cloud's 

 Wyatt generation, 



Here I sing the earth's still dreaming down my green-poured 

 currents' length, 

 Voice of river-rocking valleys, rich heart plains and heights' 

 creation, 

 Clear-veiled chord that locked in you your mother's life, your 

 father's strength. 



Cool the fog-flocked mists are swinging. Soar my dream; and 

 silver winging, 

 Call my air-hung music ringing, toward the crystal-buoyed 

 morn — 

 Full-fold music from the highlands, where my splendor's voice is 

 singing, 

 Fresh from flooded shores and skylands as I sang when I was 

 born. 



1913 ZAREMBA, Edward. Niagara captive; a poem. (Metal, and chem. 



Zaremba eng., March, 1 91 3. 11:120.) 



Niagara captive! And by ribbons led! 



His mighty force with that of toiling head 



And hand to join. So changed since ancient days 



When red men chanted hymns of praise; 



In flower-laden white canoe 



Each spring their fairest maiden sent into 



The Thunder of the Waters. 



Niagara an adult and to Effort bred — 



No more to play the livelong day, 



But proudly share the sweat and grime 



Of stalwart manhood's laboring prime. 



The evergrowing purpose runs ; — 



Earth's wealth is measured, not the sun's; 



The stewards of great treasure may 



Not waste Tomorrow's dire need 



For Pleasure's or for Profit's greed. 

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