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Title: Anthology and bibliography of Niagara Falls
Year: 1921 (1920s)
Authors: Dow, Charles Mason, 1854-1920
Subjects: Plants
Publisher: Albany, J.B. Lyon Company, Printers
Contributing Library: The LuEsther T Mertz Library, the New York Botanical Garden
Digitizing Sponsor: Metropolitan New York Library Council - METRO

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l pileStood reared upon the classic Nile,Was cut thy rough, rock-ribbed defileBy ante-glacial flood! 309 Niagara Falls 1898 From yonder tower view Queenstons height, Hennepin was denied the sight,From whence thou struggled in the nightOf primeval dawn. The windings of thy crystal shoe,Church faithfully portrayed, tis true,The canvas shows a bygone view. Pride of the Corcoran. When Winter steps upon the stage,White-cowled and solemn as a sage,Thou dost display an ample page Of glistening ice-moss bright. Then icy apples moonlit shineOn evergreens at midnight time,And then thou seemest most sublime,In snowy satin robed. Translucent columns, purest white,Glisten in the morning light;Prismatic scene of rare delight,Of hues Elysian; Here snow-capped mountains block thy flow,While crystal diamonds crown the show,And icy bridges form below,To span a Paradise. The flower is pledged unto the bee,The tidal wave unto the sea;Our northern floods are pledged to thee,Thou thundering watersheet! 810
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Du U Musk — Poetry — Fiction And yet, O Thunderer, what art thou 1898 To Him with iridescent brow, Johnson Who guides thy grand retreating prow,The whispers of His might; And notches on these walls of stoneHis hieroglyphics, yet thine own,To make thy soundless ages known. Through glyptic monographs. Who wrote his name, The Unseen God,In burning letters, fiery shod,On Terrapin Tower, once trodBy bold adventurers; When lo! twas hurled from heaven to hell,The tottering, grand old sentinel,Where oft I went to view the well,Above thy plunging floods. God gave thee queenly sisters three,Faith, Hope and glorious Charity,And placed the Iris Isle to be A brooch to pin thy veil. He sent the morn with rustling wings,And filled the vales with babbling springs,And gave the birds their colord wingsAnd sweetly charming notes, To praise thy cascades most sublime,Thro every land, thro every clime,Whose opalescent rainbows shine To prove his promise true.811 Niagara Falls 1898 He heaved the snow-cl

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