 | The battle of Niagara |  |
Again he smote his sounding lyre,
Again his arm to heaven was raised;
His robe was forth! and prouder—higher
He rang his trumpet notes of fire;
Until his very spirit blazed!
And from his eye of lustrous night,
There went—uninterrupted light!
And thus he chanted to the rude
Omnipotence of Solitude.
Again his arm to heaven was raised;
His robe was forth! and prouder—higher
He rang his trumpet notes of fire;
Until his very spirit blazed!
And from his eye of lustrous night,
There went—uninterrupted light!
And thus he chanted to the rude
Omnipotence of Solitude.
| The battle of Niagara | |