Niagara

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Awake, my muse! thy wings expand!

     Oh, what sublimity is here!

Niagara's mighty thunders burst

     With awful grandeur on mine ear.

Niagara! on thy brink I stand,

     And taste unutterable bliss;

What pen, what language can portray

     A scene so wonderful as this?

Father Divine!— we lift our hearts

     In humble gratitude to thee—

Who spreads the azure vault above,

     Whose hand controls the boisterous sea!

Thou bades the foaming cataract roll!

     Thou forms the rainbow tints we see!

We gaze— we wonder and admire—

     Niagara!— we are lost in thee.

~Fanny Crosby

(She visited the Falls in September of 1843 with her blind companions from the New York Institution for the Blind)