On the approaching close of The Great Exhibition And other poems. By The Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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TO NIAGARA.
Niagara!—that glorious voice of thine,With never-ceasing, gathering power, seems still,
To charm each haunting sense of mortal ill;
It speaks but of the distant—the divine—
It lifts the soul to Nature's holiest shrine,
It links the mind, with a surpassing skill,
To worlds that loftier destinies fulfil,—
Those worlds that scorn Creation's boundary line.
Dread Fall! In beauty a crowned Sun of Light!
In action an Atlantic!—such thy force,
Ocean 'gainst Ocean, battling in their might,
Were scarce more dreadful than thy raging course;—
While mounts thy glittering spray the Heavenly Height,
Tossed like the flashing mane of Death's pale Horse!
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