130 A WATERFALL. 



To the broad column, which rolls on, and shows 



More like the fountain of an infant sea, 

 Torn from the womb of mountains by the throes 



Of a new world, than only thus to be 

 Parent of rivers, which flow gushingly, 



With many a winding, through the vale — Look back ! 

 Lo ! where it comes like an Eternity, 



As if to sweep down all things in its track, 

 Charming the eye with dread— a mighty cataract." 



