 | The battle of Niagara |  |
'Tis true that there were those who saw—
And whispered what they said in awe—
That nought beneath the skies but guilt
Nought but the cry of blood that's spilt;—
Could so unman a form so young—
A heart so high and firmly strung:
But such—whene'er they saw his eye
Uplifted to the dark-blue sky
In such a generous confidence—
When night was forth—would feel a tear—
And in their virtue would appear—
More fearful of Omnipotence!
And whispered what they said in awe—
That nought beneath the skies but guilt
Nought but the cry of blood that's spilt;—
Could so unman a form so young—
A heart so high and firmly strung:
But such—whene'er they saw his eye
Uplifted to the dark-blue sky
In such a generous confidence—
When night was forth—would feel a tear—
And in their virtue would appear—
More fearful of Omnipotence!
| The battle of Niagara | |