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Pocahontas, and Other Poems (1841)
by Lydia Sigourney
Niagara
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NIAGARA.


Flow on, for ever, 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,
And 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 labourer, calling home
His boisterous billows, from their vexing play,
To a long, dreary calm: but thy strong tide
Faints not, nor e'er, with failing heart, forgets
Its everlasting lesson,—night nor day.
The morning stars, that hail'd creation's birth,
Heard thy hoarse anthem, mixing with their song
Jehovah's name: and the dissolving fires,
That wait the mandate of the day of doom
To wreck the earth, shall find it deep inscrib'd
Upon thy rocky scroll.
The lofty trees,
That list thy teachings, scorn the lighter lore
Of the too fitful winds; while their young leaves
Gather fresh greenness from thy living spray,
Yet tremble at the baptism. Lo! yon birds,
How bold they venture near, dipping their wing
In all thy mist and foam. Perchance 'tis meet
For them to touch thy garment's hem, or stir
Thy diamond wreath, who sport upon the cloud,
Unblam'd, or warble at the gate of heaven
Without reproof. But, as for us, it seems
Scarce lawful, with our erring lips, to talk
Familiarly of thee.—Methinks, to trace
Thine awful features, with our pencil's point,
Were but to press on Sinai.
Thou dost speak
Alone of God, who pour'd thee as a drop
From his right hand,—bidding the soul that looks
Upon thy fearful majesty be still,
Be humbly wrapp'd in its nothingness,
And lose itself in Him.