THE FALLS OF NIAGARA by Earl of Carlisle (Viscount Morpeth)

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Mar 5, 1902

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 28, No. 10.

THE FALLS OF NIAGARA

By Earl of Carlisle (Viscount Morpeth)

There's nothing great or bright, thou glorious Fall, Thou may'st not to the fancy's sense recall; The thunder-riven cloud, the lightning's leap, The stirring of the chambers of the deep, Earth's emerald green, and many-tinted dyes, The fleecy whiteness of the upper skies, The tread of armies, thickening as they come, The boom of cannon and the beat of drum, The brow of beauty, and the form of grace, The passion and the prowess of our race, The song of Homer in its loftiest hour, The unresisted sweep of Roman power, Britannia's trident on the azure sea, America's young shout of liberty. O, may the wars that madden in thy deeps, There spend their rage, nor climb the encircling steeps; And till the conflict of thy surges cease, The nations on thy banks repose in peace.

—Earl of Carlisle (Viscount Morpeth).