Niagara Falls 



1893 It hissingly seethes, and it writhingly wreathes 



Bickford a watery chaplet of feathery foam, 



It flutters, it sputters, it cleaves and it weaves 



A mystical mantle as on it doth roam ; 

 Ay, onward for ever, and silent-voiced never, 

 But headlong it rushes, it gurgles, it gushes, 

 Through years and thro' ages it riots and rages, 

 'Tis as old as the sun, yet its race is not run, 

 It shimmers, it glimmers, 

 It baffles all swimmers, 

 It quivers, it shivers, the grandest of rivers, 

 Like ship-bearing oceans majestical motions, 

 'Tis ever resounding, 

 Rebounding, 

 Confounding, 

 'Tis ever astounding 



The senses of manl 

 It ever up-leapeth 

 O'er-heapeth 

 On-keepeth, 

 And swelling o'er-sweepeth 

 The rocks sparry span! 

 Vibrating, gyrating, elating nor 'bating, 

 It rideth, collideth, and slideth, and glideth, 

 And hurleth and whirleth, and purleth, and curleth, 

 And waileth, and traileth, then raileth, and quaileth, 

 It frowneth, 

 It drowneth, 

 It boundeth, 

 It soundeth, 

 Till tree, crag and rock 

 Re-echo the shock, 

 Till valley and hill 

 Give answering shrill, 



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