The International Magazine, Vol. IV. New-York, December 1, 1851. No. V. by Various
Over my pebbly bed I flow:
Till foaming-now splashing,
Soon leaping-then dashing
Into the chasm's bowl below,
Where my pearl drops glittering,
Rival the driven snow.
The chains of Winter I spurn!
All Summer and Spring
Through the grove I sing,
Gladdening lily and fern,
And the tired bird who kisses my cheek
With a dainty touch of his thirsty beak.
And when from the mountain side
The sunshines of May
Charm the snows away-
The torrent's impulsive tide
Mingles its turbid strength with mine,
Marking the thicket with surging line.
Then as the grove I enter,
The tree-tops shake,
The granite beds quake,
Into their very centre;
Whilst the birds around on the soaking ground
Hush their song at my thunder sound!
Man never with puny arm
My power shall curb,
My flow disturb!
Ha! ha! for nature's charm:
Powerful in the rock
That human strength doth mock!
Long as stern Father Time
Shall harvest future years-
Garnering joys and tears-
In every land and clime:
So long shall I from the moss-clad steep,
Bubble or vaunt in the foaming leap!
Chapter 1 THE CASCADE VAUNTETH ITSELF.
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Chapter 2 No.2
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Chapter 3 No.3
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