 | The battle of Niagara |  |
The mountain sepulchre of all I loved!
The village sank—and the monarch trees
Leaned back from the encountering breeze—
While this tremendous pageant moved!
The mountain forsook his perpetual throne—
Came down from his rock—and his path is shown—
In barrenness and ruin—where
The secret of his power lies bare—
His rocks in nakedness arise:
His desolation mock the skies.
The village sank—and the monarch trees
Leaned back from the encountering breeze—
While this tremendous pageant moved!
The mountain forsook his perpetual throne—
Came down from his rock—and his path is shown—
In barrenness and ruin—where
The secret of his power lies bare—
His rocks in nakedness arise:
His desolation mock the skies.
| The battle of Niagara | |