New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1893-05-01
NItGAEA FALLS IN VERSE.
CURIOUS VERBAL INCREMENT Of TIM CRITICS
As TO THE MERITS or ONE POEM.

Curious VERBAL hGGFEMENT Of TIM CRITICS
As TO THE MERITS or ONE POEM.
TO the Editor Of Tn" Tribune.
sir: some weeks ago The Tribune CAV" al Instance
Of Tie repetition Of the same incident by two different
persons after an interval ~ several year. Ihe
repetition Of opinions j. Of sin frequent occur
renee TIi. latest noticed by the writer u the fol
loving from The sunday Tribune. April o: Accord
Ing 10 Frank H. severance. tn" best poem Oh
Niagara wa, written 10y New Englandcr, J. g. {.
Irainard vino never saw the falls. Mr.. severance
has been studying the literature Of Niagara ana NAV
be-. assumed - know what hc l. TALKING aboat. The
interesting question suggest, Itself. # Mr.. rainard
could do 80 we'll without seeing the falls, how
splendid "A poem could u, have created II he had
made "A prolonged study Of The great wondcr!' IL
Mr. severance will turn 70 page 100 fl Mr.. G.. W.
IIollcy's Niagara Is History and Gcoogy, Incidents
ard Poetry published In l713 hc viii hnd 9"
following given after Il number Of other pociicnl
tributes 10 Niagara But the nobest lines inspired
by the great cataract were written by a poet WHO
never saw them. Mr. j. &. {. Brnnard. They were
written at single Sort sitting IN answer to II
call for copy Ia" head Of the literary column
Of The Connecticut Mirror Of Hartford, which hr
then edited They II true inspimtiun.'
THE FALLS OF NIAGARA.
The thoughts are stinmgc that crowd into my brain
While look upward 10 thee; 1t world sen,
As II God pUwcrd thee from His hollow hama
And hung lii bow upon thine awful front.
And spoAe In that loud voice W ich sccm'd to Iam
WHO Gwclt In Patmos for his >nvious sake
The sound Of many water, and had lndc
Thy Goni Ia chronicle III. ages back
And notch His CENTRES In Tile eternal rocks.
Deep callcih unto deep. And what are we
THAT hear the question Of that voice sublime!
or what are all g." notes That ever mug "a,
From wars vain trumpet by thy laundering side
Yea what l. all the riot man can make
In his short life to thy increasing roar
And yet. bold bnbllcr, what art thou to llim
VINO drown'd world and hcapd Us waters i"r
Above Its loiticst mountains IA ngnt wave -.
Inat brakes and whispers 10 Its Masters might
The following striking lines were written In one
Of the Table Rock Albums BY the late Lord Morpch
There's nothing great or bright tlp,m glorious Fall.
Thou mayrsi not Ia the fancy's sense recall
The ihundcr-livcn cloud. IT, lighnine'> leap
The stirring Of the chambers OF the deep,
The Hcecy whitcnc,s of the upper Skies
1l,, tread Of armies thickcning they conc,
The boom OF and the beat Of drum
Tie brow Of beauty and the form of grace
The passion aud The power Of our rnce
The song Of Homer In its loftieSt hour.
The unrcsistcd sweep Of human power;
BritanniaS trident On the azure sea,
Americas young shout Of liberty
OH may the waves which madden In Try deep
There spend their climb the cncrciihg steep
And iii the conflict Of thy surgcs cras',
The nations on Thy banks repOsc In peace
The two following s,anzas nre by tic late Willis
G. Clark:
Here speaks the voice Of Code, man be dumb,
Nor WITH lbs vain aspiring hither come
That voice impcls the hollow sounding nnods
And like Presence nils the distant WOODS
These grooming rocks the Almighty finger piled
For ages here his painted bow has smiled
M0ckng tie changes and the chance oi ""o-
Eternal, beautiful, serene. sublime!
In the same album namclcss author wr''cs
scene vaS. 50 wildly grand.
May well u mortals mind amaze
For the swift wng'd Angel band
on Mercy crfhnds stop 10 EiIe;; ppu,c
Ithaca. April IL. 1888. scRIhLh"''s'