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How fine the sweep of seething billowy sea,
Which o'er the precipice so grandly breaks,
And with its thunders earth and heaven shakes,
As down it rolls in awful majesty,
Untamed, unfettered, strong, resistless, free,
Fed by the waters of four mighty lakes!
The awed and dazzled eye with beauty takes
That foaming cataract, a joy to see,
Which o'er the precipice so grandly breaks,
And with its thunders earth and heaven shakes,
As down it rolls in awful majesty,
Untamed, unfettered, strong, resistless, free,
Fed by the waters of four mighty lakes!
The awed and dazzled eye with beauty takes
That foaming cataract, a joy to see,
And o'er the rock green sheets of emerald flow,
Which rise again in clouds of luminous spray,
While the sun smites the mists till rainbows glow
To crown the waters, which upon their way
Impetuous hurry to the gulf below,
In milk-white torrents of tumultuous snow.
Which rise again in clouds of luminous spray,
While the sun smites the mists till rainbows glow
To crown the waters, which upon their way
Impetuous hurry to the gulf below,
In milk-white torrents of tumultuous snow.
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