 | The battle of Niagara |  |
No chariots of fire on the clouds careered:
No warrior-arm, with its falchion reared:—
No death-angle's trump o'er the ocean was blown;
No mantle of wrath o'er the heaven was thrown;
No armies of light—with their banners of flame—
On neighing steeds—thro' the sunset came,
Or leaping from space appeared!
No earthquakes reeled—no Thunderer stormed;
No fetterless dead o'er the bright sky swarmed;
No voices in heaven were heard!
But the hour when the sun in his pride went down
While his parting hung rich o'er the world:
While abroad o'er the sky his flush mantle was blown,
And his red-rushing streamers unfurled:—
No warrior-arm, with its falchion reared:—
No death-angle's trump o'er the ocean was blown;
No mantle of wrath o'er the heaven was thrown;
No armies of light—with their banners of flame—
On neighing steeds—thro' the sunset came,
Or leaping from space appeared!
No earthquakes reeled—no Thunderer stormed;
No fetterless dead o'er the bright sky swarmed;
No voices in heaven were heard!
But the hour when the sun in his pride went down
While his parting hung rich o'er the world:
While abroad o'er the sky his flush mantle was blown,
And his red-rushing streamers unfurled:—
| The battle of Niagara | |