THE FALLS OF NIAGARA
... THE thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if God poured thee from his hollow hand, And hung his bow upon thine awful front; And spoke in that low voice which seemed to him, Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake, The sound of many waters; and hath bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch His cent'ries in the eternal rocks ...