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NIAGARA.
FLOW on forever, in thy glorious robe Of terror and of beauty. Yea, flow on Unfathom'd and resistless. God hath set His rainbow on thy forehead: and the cloud Mantled around thy feet. And he doth give Thy voice of thunder, power to speak of Him Eternally—bidding the lip of man Keep silence—and upon thine altar pour Incense of awe-struck praise.
Earth fears to lift The insect-trump that tells her trifling joys Or fleeting triumphs, 'mid the peal sublime Of thy tremendous hymn. Proud Ocean shrinks Back from thy brotherhood, and all his waves Retire abash'd. For he hath need to sleep, Sometimes, like a spent laborer, calling home His boisterous billows, from their vexing play,